Why must you be so complicated? (Sara/open)

[David Blaze]

OOC((Sara first))

David moaned in extasy, the bread blending with the Peanut butter and jelly to make a tight, juicy, massivly flavorful orgasm within his mouth, his taste buds screaming with pleasure. Okay, over-dramatization. Whatever. Point being, he was hungry and the food was satisfying. He had been here for about a week now, the warm monday afternoon giving him a glorious sunshine to look up at, the air scented like a fresh spring rain. He sat outside, near the small courtyard, a crisp, cool wind blowing through the trees around him. He had been here for a week and yet he had not been in a fight. It seemed a record for him, but he knew it was a record that was meant to be broken. He had awoke that morning knowing one thing.

Today he would get into a fight.

Not because he wanted to or would start one, it was just a feeling, an aura that swelled inside himself until he couldnt help but wonder who the victim would be. He had pity for that person, and hoped that they did something worth deserving a beating from him. He hoped it didnt involve his food- he wanted some after he was finished with the person. He swallowed, placing the sandwich in his mouth and taking another bite as a body was thrown over his table. He leaned back, avoiding the ariel combatant with ease, his eyes going to his drink, fingers fitting around the lid to open it before the person who had chucked the rather small freshman came running over the table.

He watched with mild interest, taking another bite before turning back to the massive amount of students suddenly surging outside from theyre classes.

He sighed.

Guess peace dont last forever.

He stood, and began packing his lunch, intent on heading home.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara walked out of the school, classes having just been let out. She was at the back of the group, and normally that was fine for her. She preferred that most times, as being at the front meant that there were more people crowded close to her. So she preferred the back, where the crowds and lines of people were thinner. But today, she just wanted to get outside.She had just had over an hour of an annoying, shitty, boring class. She couldn't wait to get the hell out into the field and find a nice quiet place to just sit and relax, away from everyone. She needed to get away from the crowds of people.

Finally, the last of the students stepped out into the open, and she felt a light breeze lift her hair, the cool air nice on her bare arms. It was only now that she was outside that she realized how hot the inside of the school was. That sucked. She sighed, pushing through the groups of students were to bloody stupid to move away from the front of the door. She shouldered some silly student out of the way and took another step forward when a book hit her on the side.

She gasped, jumping from the suddenness of the attack and the shock of pain. That had hurt and it had surprised her. She glared around as she bent over to pick up the book. It was a thick math book. She watched the student who had thrown it watch in horror as she picked it up. She glared at him, her eyes not leaving his as she took a step forward. He turned tail and ran. She took a few quick steps forward and whipped it at his back. But he suddenly but to the right and the book was now heading for some poor guy packing his lunch.

[David Blaze]

David hummed a merry little tune to himself among the mayhem of colliding students and flying books-

Flying books?

He looked up, not ten seconds before a rather thick math book cracked into his skull, giving a loud smack before sweeping him off his feet, sending him onto his side. "ARH! WHAT THE FUCK!?" Davids hand came to his stinging face. He came back to his feet quickly and threw the apple- which he had been packing- at the face of the girl who hit him with a book. She looked familiar, but he wasnt going to take the time to try and associate with her. After the apple flew, David would grab the bench and hurl it at her. If she dodged that too, she would find his right fist, clenched and gloved, heading straight for her skull.

He knew he'd be getting into a fight today...He just knew it.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara watched in horror as the book flew towards him. She closed her eyes just as it was about to collide with him, refusing to see what she had done. She heard a smack and then: "ARH! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Oh crap... She opened her eyes slowly to see him on the ground clutching his face. Oh shit... This wasn't good. Sara jogged forward to see if he was already, but he got to his feet and then threw an apple at her. Shit... She flinched, her body moving to the side, but he had thrown the apple so hard and fast that it still skimmed over her shoulder. She felt the sting and stopped, her hand going to brush her shoulder off. She glanced back at him to see a bench flying at her. What the hell...?

She dropped to the ground, hands covering her head as the bench flew towards her. Shit... What have I done?.. From her position on the ground she could see his feet, moving very quickly towards her. She flipped her body, spinning it so her feet were in front, and as the bench passed over her, she threw her feet up to catch him in his stomach. If it worked, and she caught him with her feet, she would bend her legs and then push up and pull her legs forward, flipping him over her.

[David Blaze]

David watched the girl fall back to ground and stopped, grabbing her legs by the ankles and pulling them apart. His right foot would shoot between her legs, not aiming for her crotch but heading straight for her stomach. David didnt fight dirty like that- but he was still pissed. After the stomp on her gut, he'dpull his leg back and clamp her legs together, tourqing his body to lift her off the ground and spin her through the air, throwing her at a wall that led to the computer room. After he let her fly, he would run after her and, as she hit, punch her square in the solar plexus, hopfully crushing her body between the wall and his fist.

He noticed her sudden apologetic look, but didnt truly register it, instead fighting her regardless of how she felt. The fact that he had to waste food on her put him in an even worse mood, and breaking her would make him feel so much better.

Still, he couldnt get over the feeling that he had seen her somewhere....

[Sara Quinn]

Shit... Sara legs went out in front of her to catch him in the stomach but he seemed to be prepared. He stopped, grabbing her legs, and pulled them apart. She closed her eyes when she saw his foot lift, tensing her abdomen, readying herself for the impact. She gasped out, the air pushed from her body as his foot connected with her stomach. Her hands moved and clutched herself as his leg pulled back. Oh god... That had hurt...

Sara felt her legs come together again, his hands clasped around them. Dammit... She pushed her upper body forward, trying to grab onto his pant legs. Her body left the ground before she could get a hold of him, and she twisted, trying to make the impact softer. She hadn't know that she was heading for a wall, and she ended up smashing into it side first. Immediately after, his fist smashed into her other side, pinning her between the wall and him. Whatever air she had left was knocked from her body and she coughed out in pain, trying to pull in air.

She pushed against him, trying to at least change positions so it didn't hurt so much. She turned her head, forcing her eyes open to get a good look at him. She realized immediately who it was. It was that guy, from the courtyard... The one who had fought Mathew... David? She gave one more push against him, twisting her body so that her back was pushed against the wall.

Sara managed to cough out a remark to him. "A little hypocritical don't you think...?" Then she threw her fist upwards into his chin as hard as she could.

[David Blaze]

David cocked an eyebrow.

Hypocritical?

"I don't know what-" Her fist slammed into his chin, David rolling his head up to absorb some of the impact. His left hand shot out and grabbed her forarm as she retracted it, his right hand gripping her face and pushing her into the wall, holding her there. His knee would come up into her gut, thien that left hand would go under her left armpit while his right gripped the side of her neck. He stepped left, twisting his torso and spinning on his left foot in a classic judo-throw. After he threw her he would wait for her to come to her feet before speaking.

"I don't know what the fuck your talking about. Maybe before you prattle off you should think about who you hit with a thousand pages of alegebra." He slid his left foot back, bent his legs at the knees, and brought his right hand up in a 90 degree angle, his left hand a fist at his side.

"It's not being a hypocrit to defend yourself."

[Travis]

"Let her go, Blaze.."

Here Travis was, just planning to make his way from the school and head home. And when he got outside, those icy blues had picked up something he didn't like seeing at all. He didn't know what had taken place before this moment, but all he saw right now was David pushing his girlfriend's head against the wall. Those eyes narrowed slightly, and if one were to look at his face, it was clear he was angry. Maybe David didn't know who HE was messing with. Travis was quite over-protective of his girlfriend. And he hadn't even hesitated to go up against a giant to fight for her.

"You best think real hard about what you do next."

His direction had shifted, and he was beginning to make his way toward the other two. His fists already clenched, the leather wrapping those knuckles stretching. Those regulation boots would carry him into close proximity, not in range just yet, but the distance could easily be cleared. Travis wasn't going to be happy if he hurt her. And he'd be sure to make him suffer if the need arose. They had met once before, and it had been undecided. But he would never give up, no matter how hard it might be. If it would even be hard at all. After all, David had failed to impress him in their last meeting.

"If you hurt her, I'll shatter every bone in your body.."

[David Blaze]

David looked over at the kid who had spoken. Travis. David frowned. He wasnt even the one wanting to fight. Here this kid came up pretending he was the one beating on a woman. He stood up straight, coming out of his stance and staring hard at the boy- Another fighter whose skills David believed he surpassed. He cracked his neck.

"I got three things to say to you. First, if there were a group of Travis' intent on breaking my bones you wouldnt get anywhere." He wouldnt break eye contact. A bit of an over-exaggeration, but he didnt give a damn. "Second, i never do anything without thinking. Third- Maybe you should talk to her about letting me go- she's the one running around beating people over the head with Textbooks. Next time you decide to threaten me, perhaps you should make sure im the one starting the fight big guy." David was irritible, and totally pissed that this kid thought he could step in and tell him not to defend himself. He folded his arms, comfortable with the distance between him and the girl and him and travis to let his gaurd down slightly.

'Friggen kids...'

[Sara Quinn]

Sara was oblivious to anything happening around her, her mind tunneled on one thought only. To hit him. And she did. Her fist connected with his chin, his head flying back. As she tried to pull her arm back from the attack, his hand closed on her forearm, his other hand going to her face, pushing her head into the wall. She shouted obscenities at him through his hand, most just a jumble of sounds as she pushed against him, trying to fight back. His face on her head prevented her from seeing the knee coming and it connected with her gut. She doubled over, pain exploding in her abdomen. She was taking a beating wasn't she?

Suddenly, she was thrown. She felt her body soar through the air and she landed with a grunt. She laid there for a few seconds trying to catch her breath. She pushed her head off the ground watching him, trying to get to her feet. She got up on all fours, her eyes still on his form when he started to speak.

She felt the anger rise in her. "That was a fucking accident! And what about you!? Who throws benches?!" She coughed as she yelled, her arm raising to clutch her abdomen again, her head dropping down in pain. Shit... Sara was pretty badly hurt. Not enough that she couldn't continue, but enough that she was rethinking fighting him. What the hell was his problem anyways. Hadn't he been all high and mighty about protecting the students and all that?! And here he was tossing her around like a rag doll without a second thought.

She heard him speak again, but knew that it wasn't to her. She looked up again and saw Travis. Oh great... Just what she needed. Her boyfriend to see her get her ass kicked. She didn't pay much attention to what he was saying until he brought her into it again.

"Third- Maybe you should talk to her about letting me go- she's the one running around beating people over the head with Textbooks. Next time you decide to threaten me, perhaps you should make sure im the one starting the fight big guy."

Sara pushed herself to her feet, speaking out as she did so. She ignored the pain racking through her body, gaining her feet quite easily. She had more important things to do. "I didn't beat you over the head with a damn textbook! I didn't start a fight, you're the one who threw the bloody bench! I'm not the fucking psycho going around starting shit without waiting to hear what they have to say first.."

With that out, she ran at him, closing the distance easily. She drew her fist back, every indication that she was going to punch him. She got within a few feet of him and dropped to her right knee, left leg sweeping out to trip him. In one fluid motion, her leg swept out her body moving with it, her right knee cutting into the dirt, until her back was to him. At this point, her right arm bent, and was thrown behind her, her body pushing back for extra force and reach, to elbow him on whatever part of his body she could reach. Whether any of the above was successful or not, she would drop and roll away before he could attack her open back. She would stop a few feet away and gain her feet quickly, crouching, ready to defend herself if he came at her.

[David Blaze]

David scoffed.

"Obviously you don't know where you go to school! Someone runs up to you and hits you in the head you tend to learn to fight first and ask questions later. Sorry i didnt pause and politely ask why you tried to split my head open! And i threw the bench because you-"

He was cut off as the girl attacked once again. He watched her come forward- the good thing about his position being that he had plenty of room to see what was happening, to be able to respond and manuever quickly. As she brought back her fist, he stabilized his legs, keeping his hands at a level to catch it. She suddenly dropped, falling into a spinning leg sweep- one he used all the time. He didnt have enough time to move his whole body in response- instead, he just brought his right foot back so his toes were pointed upward and turned it toward her incoming leg,the sole of his foot acting as a wedge to stop her leg dead in its tracks, probably cutting into her leg hard, what with the cleet-like spikes on the bottom of his shoes. He would reach down and grab her arm, pulling her body to theyre feet and pushing her back toward Travis.

"You want thought, there it is big fella. You think now. If she attacks me again, i won't hold back. Regardless of what you say or threaten me with im not about to stand and let myself get beat on. So you stop her or next time i will." He would wait to see what happened, having put enough force into his push to send her back to Travis, or close to him. He made no bluff, the only reason he didnt put her down was because of her own point of view. She truly thought he was the agressor, then he would give her the chance to back down. Travis' presence changed nothing for him, besides giving the possibility of a two on one fight, which David could avoid by simply running up the closest building.

David, run away?

Sure. He didnt care about public view anymore, nor did he care about anyone thinking him a coward. He was his own man now, he had his honor and his name. He showed the honor by letting her go without abusing her too badly, and his name would never change.

He waited, hands at his sides, eyes on his targets.

[Travis]

(OOC: I got permission to say David's attack landed, by Sara)

Travis watched as his girlfriend charged David once again. It wasn't smart in his mind. He knew Sara could fight, but he didn't quite believe that she was on his level just yet. Travis however, felt he was more then enough to break Mr. Blaze down. And soon enough Sara was thrown in his direction. He'd quickly step forward and push his hands forward to catch his girlfriend before she lost her balance. He'd hold her standing, and then slide his way past her. Those icy blues locked upon David's frame.

"Second mistake.."

His pace would change quickly as he'd come forward toward Blaze quickly. His arms would lift out in front of him slightly as he'd drop in range, and then snap his right fist out toward David's face. There was no reason to rush into it with some big-shot attack. He'd keep it simple for now, and that jab would do to set himself up with something now for sure. David could block it, in which Travis could easily think of a counter. He could dodge, and Travis could follow through with something else. And he could try to grapple, in which Travis had plenty knowledge about as well. As far as he was concerned, he was prepared for anything Blaze could do to him.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara ignored what he was saying, and dropped to her knee to trip him. Her left leg swept out. He moved slightly, brining his right foot back, and she watched, confused slightly. That wasn't going to stop her. Was he stupid? Then her leg connected with his foot, hard, spikes cutting into the front of her calf. The momentum of her attack pushed her leg hard against them. She knew she would be bleeding. She let out a soft growl of pain, the shock of what had happened making her unable to pull her leg away before he reached down and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her up and pushing her off to the side.

She felt someone catch her just as she was about to collapse on her injured leg. She opened her eyes and looked up at Travis. Dammit... She really didn't want him to fight this battle... She had really thought that David had been one of those people fighting against this sort of crap, and yet, here he was... She was pissed. Now this was more a matter of smacking him upside the head and telling him to get back to his senses then it was to fight him. She felt Travis slip past her, and she put some weight on her leg. It wasn't to bad. She could still use it. She felt a small trickle of blood though on her pants and leg. It would slow her down, but not to much.

"Second mistake.."

Shit... She turned around, forgetting about her leg to see Travis getting ready to attack David. NO. This was her fight. Sara ran at the two of them, closing the distance just as Travis raised his fist and threw it out at David. She stepped up next to her boyfriend. She wasn't sure that what she was about to do would work, considering he was so much stronger then her, but it should atleast throw him off enough to halt his attack. She stepped up beside Travis on his left side and bashed him in the side with her right hip. Her aim was to knock him slightly off balance. Just enough to stop him from attacking.

She glared up at the ass who threw a BENCH! "David, what the hell happened to you?" And then she threw her own punch, her right arm coming forward at his face.

[David Blaze]

What happenbed to me? I- Wait, how did you-" Her fist connected with his face, David a little confused after switching between fighting Travis and fight Sara. He stumbled back, clenching his jaw, before holding up his hands.

"HOLD THE FUCK UP!"

He pointed at Sara.

"Before i decide whether to pay you back, in full, for that punch, tell me, how do you-" His face went a little slack as the sudden memory slamemd into him .He had met this girl before, outside the front of 259 not two weeks before the earthquake. Good god, how did she remember him? He stared at her hard for a moment, closing his mouth as he tried to recall her name.

"S...Stef? Nono...Sara!" He snapped when he said her name. "Good god its been a long time since i..." He turned around, almost sheepishly, looking at the bench her hurled at her before turning back and placing a hand behind his head, giving a little shy grin. "Uhh...Did i..? Erm..." He looked over at Travis, then back and Sara. "Good lord He's your boyfriend! No wonder his panties went clean up his asscrack when he saw us fighting..."

He laughed, obviously a joke, though he probably offending one or both of them. He rubbed the spot where she had punched him, his jaw a little sore from the contact.

"Uh...Lets just call this one a draw, shall we hun? I'm sorry for throwing the bench, your sorry for caving in my skull, he's sorry for...uh...being too wound up?" He went from angry to comical in nearly half an instant, his words darting around from subject to subject. It was obvious he was slightly embarassed that he was beating on the girl he had told he would protect, and now he was only further embarassing himself by fumbling over his words.

Obviously not a good time for him.

[Travis]

His girlfriend bumped him off to the side with her hip, knocking his punch off course. He'd pull himself another step to the side and watched what happened. Her punch had hit and David had taken it to the mouth. He would then watch as the boy stuttered his sentences out. It was clear that this David Blaze was different. Travis felt he might even be worse then before. Weaker in Travis' eyes.

Good lord He's your boyfriend! No wonder his panties went clean up his asscrack when he saw us fighting...

"Fuck off.."

Travis was getting real sick of hearing him talk. He was more of a female then he had suspected in the beginning. There was no reason to keep talking here, and soon enough Travis was going to ignore words altogether. His girlfriend is the only problem posed here. She could keep messing him up. Possibly put him in an even worse situation.

Uh...Lets just call this one a draw, shall we hun? I'm sorry for throwing the bench, your sorry for caving in my skull, he's sorry for...uh...being too wound up?

And that was it, that's all he needed to hear. Travis would step forward on his right foot and plant it, his hips would twist and he'd snap his left leg out and aim to slam it hard upon the right side of David's right knee. Travis mood had god down the toilet. He just wanted to shut this guy's mouth now. Though he doubted he was going to stick around. He'd probably run with his tail between his legs.