Prisoner inside my own head (Open)

[Gabriel Seran]

Time, it certainly wasn’t a thing on Gabriel’s side, ever since Public High School #259’s break down things had been going amok. There had been his return from Italy for starters; gaining control had only been the beginning. Beaten, tortured for a few months, Gabriel had lost sense of timing as he made his return journey to Long beach. Upon his arrival home there was a new order, the home he once knew and loved had been ruled by the tyrants, the dragons had attained their dominion over his school. And what of the Militia? He didn’t quite know for sure, “Unfettered” had recovered him from the airport, and Emily had been hospitalized but the others seemed to have sunk into the shadows. Fear? He questioned, yes, unfortunately the hope “Unfettered” had inspired within them had been replaced by fear as they recoiled within the school’s walls.

Gabriel walked up the front entrance of the new school, a smug look on his face, he had every right to exact vengeance, but would he be strong enough? There were so many of them and yet so few behind him. In fact they were gone for all he knew, Emily, Rem, “Unfettered” all had escaped from his sight. Beneath the clothes of a valiant knight remained the cold anger welling up inside of him. What was to be done? Should he even bother to raise a hand against them, or disappear into his old frivolous business that had consumed his parent’s lives?

Gabriel shook aside the dreary notions of a past and ascended the stairs up the front entrance. To others it would symbolize as a new opportunity but to him would it be a new home? No it could not replace the old, but still he would not be taken as it’s prisoner.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara hurriedly pulled her things from her locker. Shit... She was going to be so late. She should so just skip class. Yet, she wouldn't be able to do that in good faith unless she had at least made the effort to try to get the book and go to class. She had forgotten all her English books at home. How the hell had she managed to do that?! And the teacher had some insane assignment going on where if you didn't have a book you were shit out of luck. She had set up all her things last night, including the book, and then had forgotten them this morning. Good job Sara... She mentally slapped herself again for the umpteenth time this morning. She felt like such an idiot. She was getting pissed. She was trying so hard to get out of here as quick as possible so she could make it back, but everything was going wrong for her.

She finished pulling her stuff out of her locker and ran for the front of the school pulling her bag on her back. Dammit... She flew out the front of the school and ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, her gaze on the ground, watching her feet. And then she was slammed backwards as she ran into someone. She dropped down on the steps, hurting her back on one of the steps behind her. She glared up, her face scrunched in pain. "Watch where the hell you're going you stupid... Goddammit!" She was so frustrated, so angry, so pissed... She was going to be so friggin' late. "Screw it! I'm not going. See what you did!?" She pushed herself to her feet.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel’s mind was still in a flurry of thoughts and emotions, enough so that he hadn’t even caught the girl who’d clashed into him on her way down the stairs.

*oomph*

They clattered with a clash as Gabriel stumbled over catching himself on one knee looking downward at the girl whom had now stumbled onto her back.

"Watch where the hell you're going you stupid... Goddammit!"
"Screw it! I'm not going. See what you did!?"

Gabriel looked about a little in the haze still. “I’m sorry” he said simply his eyes fretfully apologetic as he surveyed the masses of books startled about. He bent over to help grab them as she had just come up.

[Sara Quinn]

“I’m sorry”

She pushed herself to her feet, dropping her gaze from him and glaring at the books around her. She put her hand on the ground to her help herself up, the other hand moving to her back. Shit... That had hurt. And then the back of her head smacked into his as he bent down to help her pick up her books.

"Oh, GODDAMMIT!" She dropped back down on her butt on the steps, her hands moving to clutch the back of her head in pain. "Fucker! What the hell!?" She leaned back her hands dropping from her head and she lifted her right foot, kicking it out at him. He was going to pay for that. Who the hell did he think he was?! He had to playing games with her. She just knew it.

[Gabriel Seran]

Bending down to pick up her fallen books had some consequences with it. Her head had bumped into Gabriel’s as they met in the center. The collision caused her to tumble back down the stairs as Gabriel rubbed a growing nuisance on his skull.
"Oh, GODDAMMIT!" She her hands moving to clutch the back of her head in pain. "Fucker! What the hell!?"

Gabriel’s eyes turned up innocently assessing the damage, apparently she had thought it to be totally planned out, an assault against her. The small girl shot out a leg to kick him in the face as he stood there dumbly watching this unfold. He caught her foot within his grasp now slightly angered by her assault.


“Why must you take that as an offense?!” His often smooth voice turned harsh as he tried pulling her up the stairs by her foot.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara was surprised when he caught her foot. Her face went slack. She hadn't been expecting that. She stared at his hand on her ankle as she briefly heard him speak.

“Why must you take that as an offense?!”

His voice was hard now, she could tell he was getting angry. Well that was just fine. So was she. Who the hell was this guy anyways?... Sara's thoughts snapped back and she tried to tug her foot away from him, but he instead tugged her up the stairs by her foot. Her hands reached out, grabbing onto the step and holding herself in place. She wasn't going anywhere. She could feel the concrete cutting into her skin as she tried to keep herself in place.

At least he didn't seem to serious yet, meaning it would be pretty easy to get out of this. She lifted her other leg kicking out at his wrist holding her, trying to loosen his grip enough that she could pull out of his grasp. If he let go of her, she would plant her feet on the ground, pushing off the step with her arms. She would turn her body towards him, using her momentum to tackle him around the waist, pushing them both down the stairs to the ground below. She might be hurt in this, but it wouldn't be so bad, because he would protect her from most of the damage when he landed on his back.

[Gabriel Seran]

He had her now dragging her up the stairs seemed a bit over kill in embarrassing her in front of the students but Gabriel wouldn’t be taken lightly his first arrival here. She found her footing and begun kicking his hands, at first he ignored the thrusting at his fingers but soon it was irritancy and he released allowing her to jet off swiftly. She turned around to meet Gabriel forward thrusting her weight into him in a swift tackle. The pair went down hitting every step as they went before meeting the bottom.

Gabriel would take his place on top thrusting his legs over hers hopefully applying enough pressure to her torso to prevent her from kicking him once more. He’d bring his hands up to grasp her wrists and applying a similar pressure there. Once there he’d apply his weight to her trying to close her lungs swiftly before delivering a head butt to her face. Surely this would hurt both of them and the cement only added to the pain.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara grabbed him around the waist and the pair went down. She felt the force of them hitting each step, his body not protecting her as much as she had thought it would, but she still came out of it relatively unscathed. She just... needed a few seconds to catch her breath. He pushed himself on top of her, pinning her to the ground, grabbing her hands and holding them in place. Well... this was... wrong... She glared up at him, blushing. She was breathing heavily. No. This did not look good. Where the hell was Travis when you needed him?!

He let his weight drop onto her chest, and she found it harder to breath. Shit... His head came down, smashing into hers. Her head was pushed back, hard, into the concrete. She saw stars for a moment, but through the haze, she knew she needed to do something. She immediately pushed up against him, pushing her head into the crook of his neck in an attempt to push him off of her, or at least put some room between her and the ground so she could draw some air. All the strength was temporarily gone from her body. She was just stunned and acted out of instinct trying to protect her head from another attack and draw in some air. She pressed against him, her head pushing into his neck and she began to squirm under him. At this point, it was all she could do. Another few seconds and she would regain her senses.

[Gabriel Seran]

At this point, all awkwardness set aside, Gabriel had her pinned squabbling for breath beneath the force of his weight. If he knew anything about fighting it was that air was the most important thing in it, if she couldn’t get any air she would black out and thus would lead to Gabriel taking home another victory of his own. Now she was squirming for space beneath him as she used what little space between them she had to “rock” Gabriel off for moments of air. The first one she’d get away with but with the second thrust Gabriel would retaliate by thrusting his chest into her body attempting to crush what air out of her that had just been consumed. It was a purely straight forward move, he didn’t like to prolong battles more than necessary, there was a show of power and then if the winner did not show within the first round they would continue till one showed weakness and then that would be exploited.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara pushed up against him, rocking him off of her. She was able to gain a quick breath, and then he pushed her back down, knocking the air from her yet again. This time, he pushed harder, and all though she continued to press her head into his neck to hide her head from attacks, she was unable to lift him off of her. Her chest was starting to burn, she could only draw small breaths that left her wanting more, and worse off then she was. She needed to act quickly.

Her legs were pinned in a way that she was unable to pull them from under him, her arms in the same position. Although she pushed against him, he was just to heavy, and with the loss of air, she wasn't strong enough. So she did what any self respecting, instinctively reacting person would do. She bit him. On the neck. As hard as she could.

[Gabriel Seran]

He was winning this one, or so it would seem, Gabriel had her pinned and draining the life out of her was just as appealing to Reven as the pair watched expectantly on her with glossy emerald hues. Squeeze, squeeze, till there is nothing left.

*chomp*

A bite on the neck, first instinct was… Oh my fucking God she just bit me!!!
Reven felt almost a sexual urge grow in him, he enjoyed the vigorousness to it but seeing as he was not in control the body stuck with the first of the two reactions recoil and re-strike. Gabriel removed his grip on her right limb and clasped a grip around her neck attempting to pry her from him and distance the two while retaining a heavy set clutch on her neck still attempting to chock off her air, though her limb was now free to move what would she do with the freedom? Surrender? Or more certainly strike back with retaliatory strength.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara bit into him as hard as she could, hoping it would make him get off of her. But all he did was let go of her right arm, his hand moving to her neck to pry her off of him. The moment his hand touched her neck, she freaked. Her mind went blank and everything she did was instinctual. Sara was sick of people choking her. Everyone choked her. She was developing a fear of it. She really didn't like being choked.

Her now free hand moved up, her fingers fisting in his hair. She bit into him harder, pushing against his hand, trying not to let go of him. She pulled at his hair, rocking her body to the right, trying to pull him off of her. But he was bigger then her, stronger then her, so the chances of this working were slim. If he was smart though, he would get the hell off, because the next thing she did was move her hand from his hair to his face, pushing her fingers into his eyes trying to gauge them out. She pressed hard with her thumb into his left eye, hoping it would get him off her.

[Gabriel Seran]

He didn’t mind fighting dirty at this point, all things considering he was slightly out of his mind. Gabriel’s fist began to clutch around her throat in a menacing fashion and the second it had he knew he would immediately regret it. She grabbed for his hair and began rocking, his weight still gave him an advantage here and he wouldn’t be shifted though when she went for the eyes he reversed in a defensive manner and she flipped him. Now she had dominion over him. He released her throat and used his fists much like Donkey Kong would. He started thrashing out punches into her chest violently with no clear direction other than up. He was almost blood thirsty at this point and clearly wanted control of the situation. He’d rock and thrust his abs to disrupt her in any way he could.

[Sara Quinn]

When Sara moved to gouge his eyes, she finally got what she wanted. He let go of her neck, flipped over, and then she was on top. She stared down at him, her arms now free. She let go of his face and drew her right fist back to punch him. But as she went to throw it forward, he began bashing out at her with his fists, almost like he had completely lost it. Which she could understand, but this was going to get them nowhere.

Under the onslaught of his fists she tried to stand. Everywhere he hit, exploded in a small shot of pain. She threw herself off of him, putting distance between the two of them. He was pushing her off of him and that made it slightly easier, but harder as she tried to make her escape look swift and... not clumsy. If this fight was going to go any farther, they needed to essentially start over.

She landed on her side, his crazy hitting having made her escape seem clumsy. She rolled over and pushed herself to her feet, backing away from him. She dropped into a slight crouch waiting for him to get to his feet. As he did, she would take a few steps to close the distance again and draw her right leg back to kick him.

[Gabriel Seran]

She had stumbled back off of Gabriel giving him room; he didn’t want to be caught with a pair of hands noosed around his neck. Not to be cornered was the prime deal. He smiled as he got up to stare her down. A leg drew back to give a kick. Too slow, she’d given him ample time and opportunity to strike once more as Gabriel took the opening to pounce again. Leading with his upper torso he dropped himself across the space being lead by a single punch and another which would follow up into her gut should it not be dodged or deflected. He would now have to suffer the consequences of her kick. Soon enough.