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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Nov 20, 2012 11:01:16 GMT -5
As Maple Hollow was situated in the midst of a mountain range, not all of the city's landscape was flat. The park had it's flat, grassy areas with picnic tables and a playground for the smaller children but it also featured several trails through the forest and a couple of foothills that were a popular destination for winter activities like sledding. That was what had brought Annabel there that day and she met up with a couple of her friends at the top of the hill, gloved hands holding onto a circular disk sled. It was her favourite apart from the crazy carpets her friends had brought because it went down fast and often spun around as it did so. "You guys ready?" They were not the only people on the hill and the best parts were crowded enough that small lines had formed to stop everyone from going down pell-mell and crashing into one another. They chose a less exciting but much clearer area of the hill in order to have their own freedom of descent.
Ever the trickster, they had only just reached the top of the hill when Belle called out, "Race you to the bottom!" and jumped onto her sled. She grinned as she heard an indignant "Hey!" from one of her friends behind her and clung tightly to the rim of the sled as it coursed down the side of the hill. She went over a bump and felt the impact shudder it's way through her on the hard landing, skidding faster and faster toward the bottom. One of her friends had gained enough speed to pass her but the other was not so lucky and they crashed into one another at the bottom of the hill, ending up in a laughing and cursing pile with snow chilling its way down the back of their shirts and their sleds lying abandoned nearby. "Cheater," the friend who'd lost accused, though she did not sound upset. Annabel, mature as she was, stuck out her tongue in response. "I still won," their other friend bragged, and she'd escaped the collision, too—she was standing with sled in hand, ready to go back to the top.
"Speaking of... race you back up?"
And as she took off up the hill it became a scramble to regain their footing and follow afterwards. The afternoon continued much like this until their group dwindled first down to a duo, then to Belle alone. One had to go home to babysit and the other complained that she was too cold from all the snow that had melted into her jeans to continue on. Annabel, whose cheeks were red from the chill in the air, could sympathise. She took one last ride down the hill and then started toward the flatter part of the park after texting her brother to ask if he could come and pick her up. He was busy, he said, couldn't she get a ride with one of her friends? Once she explained the situation her brother sent an exasperated-sounding text telling her that if she wanted him to give her a ride, it would be about an hour. It seemed an awfully long time to wait, especially to one so impatient, but the thought of walking all the way back to her house in the snow was a much less appealing one. 'Fine' was all she texted back. She hoped he knew she was mad at him. Who the heck cared if he was busy? Ugh. She sat down on a bench, wondering what the hell she could do to occupy herself for sixty minutes in the meantime.
[Figured an hour would be moooore than enough time for Caleb to mess with her and then GTFO xD]
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Post by caleb on Nov 24, 2012 14:37:04 GMT -5
 Caleb was spending too much time outside this winter. He was getting used to the Canadian cold, after spending a few years in Maple Hollow. It was just nice to not have to go back home every winter. His family was unbearable. His mom drank more than he did, his dad was never home, and his brother was the reason that he had so many scars. They were fire and thunder, they were supposed to be allies. But the never got along. It was the reason that he didn't get along with most people, in fact. He had a lot of trust issues. It was a shame, he could have been such a nice boy. But he wasn't, and he couldn't be now. Caleb was not a nice kid, but he liked who he was. Because his whole destructive persona worked for him in ways that most people's personalities didn't. He was smart when he had to be, and when he didn't, he was the most exciting person to be around. Unfortunately, this wasn't either of those times. He was just walking through the park with a bottle of vodka and cigarette. Boring and normal, with no friends in sight. Not that he needed any, as long as he had alcohol and nicotine, he was set. And so his day was spent combating the cold and looking for fun, since he didn't know what else to do. He was staying with some friends over the course of this break, but he didn't want to spend all his time at their place, so he would take frequent walks with no goal set in mind. Winter was such a down time. Other than the party scene, there was nothing to do. And it was too early for anyone to be throwing anything today. If he showed up at a party at this point, he'd probably be asked to help set things up. And work was stupid. He never put effort into anything unless it'd get him laid. And setting up for parties was something only the sexless did. Or so he liked to think. He liked to believe that he was at the top tier of his social scene, and that he was more evolved than the others. Maybe he had some sort of complex, but he was probably still right. He spotted a familiar face on a bench, and set in. His adventure was just beginning. And now he was out for blood. This girl, this tenth grader, had thrown a balloon of paint at him before school let out. That was the reason he hated water kids: they were obnoxious and thought that any joke they could pull was hilarious. He'd yet to find a funny water kid, and he was determined to teach them about consequences one way or another. Even if that made him a hypocrite. He didn't care. He wanted revenge on this girl, and it was perfect that she'd manage to show up right in front of him. This was fate, and he was looking forward to this. He sat down on the bench next to Annabel and put his arm around her. "Hey sweetie. Remember me?" he asked venomously. He hoped that she'd be scared. He wanted her afraid. Today was starting to look up.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Nov 27, 2012 16:55:22 GMT -5
Annabel hadn't noticed the cold much when she'd been on top of the hill and having fun with her friends but she noticed it now as the dampness soaked through her clothes and chilled her skin. Her gloves had long since stopped doing their jobs of shielding her hands from the bitter chill and she folded them into her armpits to try and keep them warm. Her cheeks were red from the icy winds and she found herself wishing that her brother would hurry up and get his ass to the park. She'd always been jealous of the way that he could flick his wrist and clear the snow from the driveway or take the cold right out of the air if he wanted to. She could use a skill like that right now as she tried to figure out how much time had passed since he'd sent the reply text. Can't have been longer than five minutes. Ugh. She had to wait an hour for him to get here? I'll have frostbite before then. All right, so that was a bit of an exaggeration but she really didn't know how she was going to stand the cold for another fifty or so minutes.
She was not expecting someone to sit down next to her. It was like a part of bench etiquette that if there were other open seats on other benches, you didn't sit next to someone else. Annabel didn't usually have a problem with someone sitting beside her, of course, given how friendly she was, but there was a definite problem when said stranger threw their arm around him. She made a noise of surprise in her throat and slid sideways away from the intruder, turning her head toward him as he spoke and finding him to be less of a stranger than she'd expected. "Ugh, what the hell? Don't touch me." There was disdain rather than fear in her tone as she stood up from the bench and took a couple steps away from him for good measure. Caleb was a Fire elemental and an enemy, exactly the last kind of person she wanted anywhere near her. She probably should have feared him given the number of pranks she had pulled (sometimes unaided, sometimes with friends) on he and his element but Annabel wasn't known for being the most intelligent when it came to avoiding the people that might have an issue with her.
Besides, when she looked at Caleb she could only think of how he'd looked covered in paint. "I remember you," she confirmed, her voice strained not from discomfort but from suppressed laughter. A giggle slipped past her lips and she couldn't resist an innocent, "So how long did it take to get all the paint off?" Paint wasn't exactly the easiest thing to wash out of clothing or hair or anything, really, and that was why she'd chosen it as her perfect prank for someone that she didn't like. Waters might have been on the side of Earth in the alliance but they weren't nearly as compassionate and kind half the time. She was perfectly okay with humiliating someone, ruining their clothing, soaking their homework or notes on the day of an important test. Her allies had taught her that the Thunders and Fires did enough and that they more than deserved any kind of punishment they got. There were exceptions in Annabel's mind and she always hesitated with the homework thing, thinking about how angry her brother would get if someone had done the same to him, but she usually followed through.
Again, she wasn't the most intelligent.
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Post by caleb on Dec 3, 2012 20:20:07 GMT -5
Caleb smiled as the girl withdrew from his touch. She was right to do so, because anyone in contact with him when he was pissed would be in serious danger. Caleb knew how to use his power pretty well, and as a twelfth grader, he was a decent wielder of fire as a weapon. Or so he thought, at least. He had no idea how he'd fare in a fight against a younger water student, but he knew that where his powers failed, his fists could back him up. He didn't even begin to consider that it'd be morally wrong to beat a girl up. People who threw paint at him didn't get the privilege of that kind of consideration. That was too much to ask. It'd destroyed his clothes, and it'd been a bitch to get out of his hair. Not to mention the embarrassment that it caused him in public. Caleb was no one's fool. Never for long, anyway. "It took days to get it all off," he growled, the smile never leaving his face. He was so sure that now would be the time to seek his revenge, and nothing would be more satisfying than that. Revenge was sweet after all, and school was out. So they couldn't punish him for assaulting a fellow student. At least he didn't think they could. It'd been four years and some rules were still lost on him. It didn't matter though, because it'd definitely be worth it. Taking this girl down a peg would be fantastic, and she'd be bound to think twice before messing with strangers. He didn't know why he didn't get her back then and there. Why didn't he just start tossing fireballs her way from the get-go? Just retaliate in a timely manner. It didn't matter, he supposed, as long as it got done. Better late than never, after all. "So I figure it's my turn to throw some stuff at you," Caleb took another drag of his cigarette before it erupted in flame. Forming a small sphere, Caleb flung it at the girl before it'd start to burn him. He fished into his pocket quickly and pulled out a lighter. While Caleb could surely conjure flame from nothing, he preferred to use lighters, because it took less energy. This would keep him going for a while, and that meant that he could make the girl suffer more. Somewhere deep down, Caleb may have been a sadist. But he wasn't going to worry too much about that just yet. Or ever, probably. He was content with his problems. Now as long as this girl didn't do something stupid like run away, they'd be golden. If she stood and took the abuse, or tried to fight him back, it'd be more than satisfying, and they would surely be even soon enough. It was only a matter of time now. ((This post took far too long, and kind of sucks. I'm so sorry.))
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Dec 4, 2012 1:34:01 GMT -5
The smile probably should have unnerved Annabel, especially because it was fixed on the lips of someone she knew to be very pissed off at her. The girl wasn't that stupid, she figured he was going to be pretty mad about the whole paint thing. But see, that was what she wanted. She wanted him to be angry and she wanted to see him seethe. The reaction was probably her favourite part of a prank—why wouldn't it be? The initial reaction had been fantastic considering she'd done it in the midst of a large crowd of people for even more effect but this aftermath was just as fun. "Ooh, yay! That's exactly what I was going for. Bet your hair looked great." She cackled out a laugh, blue eyes dancing. Her own smile was wicked and mischievous as she took several steps back from him, trying for distance. It would spell trouble for her if she stayed too close. She'd been attacked enough times to learn that. Honestly, she was surprised the medical wing hadn't stopped permitting her access so that she could learn from her own mistakes by sucking up and suffering the injuries. Then again, that probably wouldn't teach her the lesson any sooner.
It probably hadn't been a very good idea for Caleb to warn her about his plans. She was expecting the fireball and so she took several quick, almost jogging steps backward and then ducked out of the way and to the side. Her heart was pounding from a mixture of adrenaline and mild alarm as she straightened up. She should take him more seriously, she decided. If he was willing to attack her in the park where there was undoubtedly people around...
She glanced around them then, expecting to see some witnesses that she could call out to for help if things got too heated. Pun intended. Instead she saw a nearly empty area of the park, the only movement coming from the rustling in the trees. Well shit. Common sense told her that running away and trying to get to a safer or more populated area would be her best bet. Either that or she could call her brother, who would undoubtedly drop what he was doing if she was in trouble (she hoped). Of course, Belle wasn't the best at listening to common sense. Her pride stepped in and shoved logic out of the way. I'm not going to let you push me around, asshole. So she did the stupid thing and sneered at him. "What grade are you in, again? Gotta use your lighter like a crutch still?" Would her taunting make him try and attack her without it? She didn't know. She was pulling words out of her ass at this point and hoping that they would do her some good. Another couple of hurried steps back. There was a pond to the back of her... somewhere. She didn't dare to turn around and look, worried that he'd blindside her.
It's winter, right? They're weaker in the winter. And Water was stronger. Unfortunately for Annabel, being two grades below Caleb and being unable to call upon her power without some kind of a catalyst, she didn't know if she'd stand as much of a chance. There was the pond, of course, but she didn't have as much stamina as he did either. I can take him, she thought. Or, rather, hoped. "That the best you've got? I'm not scared of you." And she wasn't, not really. Not yet.
[It's all good! <33]
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Post by caleb on Dec 7, 2012 22:34:48 GMT -5
Caleb wasn't someone to play with. He took things too seriously for that. While everything seemed like a joke to him at first, he was a hothead, and that meant that he tried to make everything burn when someone got under his skin. This girl obviously wanted him angry for whatever reason, and he was going to give in. They say that people who make you angry can control you, but they'd obviously never seen Caleb when he was pissed. Most of the time, he'd manage to control himself and maintain composure. He'd smile and plan some revenge to serve cold later. But this was different. This girl wanted him to snap, and he was more than willing to do it. He was going to destroy her for this. He'd start with a slow burn, then he'd pick up and incinerate her. Metaphorically, of course. He couldn't risk losing his abilities due to murder, but that didn't mean that he couldn't just burn this girl a little. After all, she deserved what she was getting. This was going to be fun. Was this girl really talking about his hair right now? He'd slit her goddamn throat if he wasn't so worried about the repercussions. "It was great," he stated venomously. "How about I return the favor by burning yours off?" He threw another small fireball at the girl to keep her on her toes. He knew that the girl would dodge his fireballs if he warned her about an attack. At first anyway. But it wasn't like he was going to just stop at one or two attacks. He had a lot up his sleeve, and didn't think he'd run out of power any time soon. Sure, it was winter, and that meant that he was weaker, but he was also using a lighter. That meant that he would have the catalyst to keep him going for a while. He was good with his powers. It was the only part of school that he actually worked at, after all. The girl was obviously trying to tempt him more. She was either really smart or really stupid. She either knew that she could wear him out before he did much real damage to her if she demanded more attacks, or she really thought that he was using the full extent of his abilities, and thought she could take him. Unfortunately, Caleb took the bait and took a swig of his vodka. He held his lighter in front of his lips and flicked the flint to emit a small flame that grew larger after a moment. He smirked with his mouth full of alcohol, and then spat toward her, effectively breathing fire at her. That was something that he'd taught himself to do drunk one night at a party. It'd be interesting to see the girl dodge this one, not that it'd be too hard. He just wanted to see how she'd respond. She wasn't afraid of him, and that was a mistake.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Dec 11, 2012 13:15:50 GMT -5
She had plenty of experience in dealing with tempers. The Water elemental had grown up in a Fire-exclusive family and she believed it would be pretty hard to find someone scarier than Josh when he got going. She'd hid in her room a lot as a kid because even though he'd never touched her, watching him punch through walls and hearing him snap and snarl was enough to terrify her. But she'd grown used to it over the years to the point where she was almost too blasé when it came to rage.
He threatened to burn off her hair and she blinked at him with an almost disinterested expression. "Well you can try but I doubt you'll get anywhere." She flipped her hair over her shoulders as if to show off, taking another step back even as she spoke. There was a little more wariness in her mind now, not wanting the Fire to scorch her hair, though she still wasn't nearly as worried as she should have been. Overconfident to the point of cockiness, Annabel was near-sure that she could take this guy on. She kept picturing him how he'd looked dripping paint and glaring daggers as everyone laughed and it damaged her ability to take him all that seriously. "Especially not with that lighter of yours." She was determined not to let him get too close to her. Wary or not, she wasn't a total idiot. She knew that going elemental-to-elemental in a close range fight was almost begging for an ass-kicking.
He tossed a fireball and she dodged this one, too, being that she was expecting the attack. Stop being so predictable, idiot, she thought mockingly. She almost said it aloud but stopped herself. She was feeling confident but giving him advice in how to kick her ass would probably turn out to be a bad idea.
As it turned out, however, Caleb didn't really need her advice to figure out that a silent and sudden attack would be a better idea. She was expecting him to do something, sure, but when he didn't give a verbal warning or even so much as do anything except swig his vodka she had a lot less of an idea of what he was going to do next. He flicked the lighter and she knew enough to understand that an attack was coming but she didn't expect him to breathe freaking fire at her. She'd never seen a Fire do anything like that before and she shrieked in alarm while jumping back. Her cheeks flushed lightly from the embarrassment at the scream but she was more focused on the pain in her arm, tears springing to her eyes. Damn it, burns hurt. "Missed my hair," she taunted to try and sound confident and calm but there was pain in her voice and she was starting to wish she wasn't so alone.
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Post by caleb on Dec 11, 2012 20:13:46 GMT -5
The fact that this girl wasn't terrified right now probably meant that she didn't know who he was. Or she was just insane. Caleb was known as a kid who did what he said he would, and if he wanted to fight you, he'd fuck you up and keep coming at you until he felt satisfied. No matter what personal injury he'd receive. He was relentless, and when he was pissed, it was best that people stayed clear of him. But there was always one poor unfortunate soul that got in his path and invoked his fury. Annabel wasn't like one of those kids though. She'd brought this onto herself. This was karma, the way that Caleb saw it. He was getting payback. Plain and simple. Now if she stopped moving and kept her mouth shut, they'd be done by now. Unfortunately, she was determined to draw this one out, and that meant that he was going to have to bring down an inferno on her. Caleb sighed and shook his head when the girl brought up his lighter again. Was she fucking stupid? People didn't provoke people when they were already being attacked. That was just common sense. Especially when fire was concerned. "Oh honey," he started, clicking the lighter again. "You just don't get it," he threw another ball of fire her way. "You're not worth my full effort," he stated. She wasn't. He was conserving energy in case he'd need it later, sure. But he doubted that he'd need to do that. After all, she was too young to be a threat. Even if she was the stronger element. Still, it was mostly because he didn't want to waste needless energy when he could just torture her while using a catalyst. It was so much easier this way. Less effort to assault the girl. It looked like Caleb was finally getting through to the girl. At least for a second. As she shrieked and jumped back, he grinned. That was progress. No one ever expected that little specialty of his. It was something that he'd made himself, and only showed in fights. It wasn't like it was going to catch on fast. It was also a waste of booze, which was the real downside to that. Caleb hated when he wasted a drink. They sustained his personality, after all. He smiled and admired the fact that he'd hurt the girl. Things were looking up. Then she opened her mouth again. She still wasn't getting it. That was a shame. He'd have to keep going. He sighed and started sending a myriad of fireballs at her as fast as he could with the help of his lighter. He was going to wear her down, and then he was going to go for her hair. He was so vindictive when it came down to it. And this was more than satisfying.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Dec 11, 2012 20:36:48 GMT -5
Annabel hated pet names. They were so often degrading and stupid and so when someone she disliked as much as Caleb used one, it provoked even the young Water elemental's temper. She wasn't as vicious or as violent as some of the other members in her family but she wasn't what could be called a complete pushover, either. She liked to think that she was tough. "Ugh, don't call me that," she spat. Annabel tried to sound as cold and disdainful as possible, wanting Caleb to get the impression that she was completely unfazed by him. In truth he was starting to get to her little by little but maybe if she kept up a façade she would be able to work this in her favour. Damn it, why did fights always end up like this? She went in talking tough and she almost always came out worse off than her opponent. It was a lot harder to win a fight when she didn't have a computer to hide behind.
He said that she wasn't worth his full effort and she had enough of an ego to feel insulted by the comment. Not worth it? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Why would he attack her if he wasn't planning on going all out? She didn't like the implications. That she was weak, that he was better than her, that he could take her on without having to inconvenience himself in the slightest (apart from a loss in vodka, that is). "You didn't sound so cocky when you were covered in paint, asshole." Her own pride wounded, Belle decided that the best plan of attack was to make a hit right back at his. Was he egotistical? He wouldn't have come after me if he wasn't, right? She figured most Water elementals would find the paint prank hilarious. They'd clap her on the back and respond in kind by switching her sugar with salt or sticking a lizard in her backpack. It was typical of her elemental comrades. Fires, on the other hand, were a lot more dangerous. "You know, maybe you shouldn't underestimate me." She stuck out her chin and tried her best to look cocky.
The first couple of fireballs she was ready for. Prepared, it was only a matter of trusting her reflexes enough to get out of the way on time. But her burn was smarting and she wasn't as fast as the fire so after the first little barrage she found it a lot harder to evade the attacks. Another one of them singed her shoulder, leaving a burn all the way through her clothes, and her hand took a hit when she held it up to block her face and neck. She hated the fact that he would be able to see the tears that welled in her eyes. She had always been the tough girl that could skin her knee falling off a bike and act like it was something that could be walked off as she limped back to the house. Burns? They hurt a lot more than a scraped knee. In desperation she brought up some of the water from the half-frozen pond behind her and stopped one of the fireballs with a blast of it, then sent another jet of water toward her opponent. He was older than her, he had more stamina, but she wasn't going down without at least some semblance of a fight. She'd be ashamed of herself if she did that.
[Annabel really needs to learn when to shut her mouth, haha!]
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Post by caleb on Dec 19, 2012 20:15:52 GMT -5
He was getting to the girl, and that was perfect. This was just what he wanted. He needed this girl to lose control. She was more powerful this season, and she had an elemental advantage, but he knew that he could take her if he kept on his toes. All this meant was that she wouldn't run away on him. Not far anyway. She'd want to keep coming at him, and keep fighting until she just couldn't anymore. He wanted her to suffer through this. Because it wasn't revenge enough to just attack her a little bit. They had to go all out. This was personal now. And that was always more fun. Now if only she'd stop talking. Her voice got to him more than anything else. Most people knew when to keep quiet, and this girl certainly did not. He had to wonder how old she was. Not that it mattered much anyway. While she acted like she was seven, she had to have at least been fifteen, so it wasn't like he was picking on a toddler or something. Thank god. His moral compass may have been off, but beating up kids was a little too far for him.
Annabel was obviously trying to provoke Caleb, and this time he wasn't buying it. The paint thing seemed so far away now. Now that he was getting payback, it didn't matter that his clothes were ruined by her stupidity, and it didn't matter that he was made a fool of, because Annabel Dale was about to be made an example of, and that was all that mattered. She was going to pay for what she did, so her bringing it up wasn't relevant. "Oh, sweetie. You think you can get to me?" he asked with a smirk. He had her right where he wanted her. And there wasn't much that she could do now that would change his mindset. Why did it always seem like the weak ones always said that they shouldn't be underestimated? No powerful kids ever asked to be reevaluated according to their potential. It was always the weak ones that requested not to be underestimated as Caleb fed them their own teeth. He merely scoffed at the girl. There was no way that he'd take her seriously.
Caleb seemed to be picking up momentum in the fight. He was hitting the girl a few times, and she seemed to be affected more than he was used to. Was she crying? That was new. Fucking water kids, all weak emotional types. That whole opposing alliance was just sad. They all seemed like such pussies, all up against the cold and vicious thunders and fires. If they didn't have an elemental advantage over their counterparts, they'd surely have been wiped away by now. That was Caleb's reasoning. He became distracted by his pride and his own thoughts for a few seconds, and that ended up letting Annabel get a clear shot of water at his torso. He staggered backward and sneered. This was pissing him off now. It was time for him to get serious. Though he wouldn't stop using his lighters. He still wanted this girl to think that he wasn't trying. No matter how extreme he was getting. He began to launch more fire balls faster than before. Sure, it was the same old move again, but hopefully it'd prove effective. Otherwise, he'd have to start to get more creative.
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Dec 21, 2012 16:13:24 GMT -5
Annabel was not convinced that Caleb was completely unbothered by her. The Water elemental was as stubborn as all get out thanks to the Fire side of the genetics that had been passed down to her and she didn't like to admit defeat. If he wasn't phased by the fact that she'd covered him in paint and humiliated him in front of a bunch of other people, what did she have? Some guy attacking her that was probably going to win and for absolutely no reason other than torture. She didn't like the idea. So she clung to her stubborn opinion and refused to let it go. "I think I already have," insisted Belle with a scowl. That she was no longer smiling and looking smug was a clear sign that he was getting to her. "Why would you come after me if you didn't have an issue? That's just childish." This was the pot calling the kettle black but she never cared too much about being a hypocrite.
What she did care about was the pain. Burns hurt a lot more than a lot of things she'd experienced in her life. It was honestly one of the worst things she'd felt and she didn't have the proper strength to keep a stiff upper lip. She kept her chin up and her watering eyes were filled with loathing but far from a tough opponent, the Water looked like the scared young girl that she was. She wasn't cut out for fighting that wasn't in a video game. She was one of the guys when it came to her friends, enjoying most things they did, but her pain tolerance was dwarfed by that of most people she knew. I don't know if I can do this. She was frightened now. He'd finally done it, breached her outer shell. She wanted her brother here. Annabel knew that it was wrong to advocate violence but there was something about the way her elder sibling swore to kick the ass of anyone that messed with her that always made her feel safe.
He wasn't here now, though, and so there wasn't much she could do about the next barrage of fireballs that were sent her way. It took a great deal of energy to raise the water like she did and spray it across the assaulting flames. In the end, only half were doused and the drain sapped her strength too much to get out of the way of the others. She was dizzy and found it hard to keep her posture straight. She knew that she was done, that she wouldn't be able to fight back, so she threw up her arms to protect her face and backed up until she was as close to the pond as she could be without falling in. She couldn't make a run for it. What had she gotten herself into? The tears rolled down her cheeks and she made no effort to even wipe them away as she drew in a shaky breath and demanded, "Just leave me alone, Cross!" It was a futile attempt to make the older elemental back up but it was all she had at this point.
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Post by caleb on Jan 5, 2013 19:08:00 GMT -5
There was no question that Caleb was childish. He had the mentality of a middle schooler, and he knew that well. The fact that people actually put up with him socially was a miracle. But the fact that he was attractive definitely helped his case. On the other hand, people probably loved the fact that he was juvenile because it was refreshing. It was more interesting to have a kid around than an adult. At least, that's how Caleb thought. He was terrified that he'd become a boring grown up at some point, and he was even more scared that his friends would do the same. He couldn't imagine his party clique turning into business people. Save for maybe Hunter. He could definitely see Hunter growing out of the whole scene and moving on into the corporate world with his father - whatever it was his father did. Needless to say, when Annabel called Caleb childish, all he did was smirk. There was nothing to say to that, save for a childish response like "duh," and that just wasn't something to say during a fight. "Maybe if you begged for mercy, I wouldn't have to come after you like this," he finally said, resolving to try and end this while at the same time demeaning Annabel. He was growing bored, and didn't know how much more of this girl's mouth he could take before he did some serious life-threatening damage. It didn't look like Annabel would want to keep fighting much longer either. She was taking hit after fiery hit, and he was sure that the pain was substantial. Caleb knew what it was like to be burned. He had all sorts of scars to show from encounters with his brother, where he'd gotten electrical burns all over. Those were covered with tattoos now though, in an attempt to show that he wasn't weak, and that those scars meant nothing to him now. And he told himself that they didn't. Because if they did, then inflicting them on others would be wrong, and that kind of hypocrisy, while characteristic of Caleb at this point, wasn't something that he wanted to be known for. He wanted people to think that he'd gotten over his scars, and that they should do the same. As Caleb's dad used to say "rub some dirt on it."This was empowering. Which was sad, because this was an event that Caleb would never be able to bring up to anyone. There was not a soul on earth that would condone the kinds of things that Caleb was doing today. And beating up a girl two years his junior was not okay, and not something that he could brag about. Still though, the way she was acting now, the way she looked like she was giving up. That was his favorite in people. And most guys Caleb fought didn't give him this kind of response. They were too proud, and brave, and strong. And they'd just keep throwing punches or elemental strikes until they couldn't go anymore. That was nice too, in another sense. But Caleb felt stronger now, looking at the girl who'd thought she was so great as a prankster now getting her just desserts. "Tell me you're sorry, and beg that I don't keep going," he said with a sneer. "Because, honey," he flicked his lighter. "I'm just getting warmed up."
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Post by ANNABEL LYNNE DALE on Jan 9, 2013 6:59:00 GMT -5
She was weakening, her resolve was fading, but Annabel still held on to the smouldering remains of her pride like it was her only life line in the middle of a storm-tossed ocean. He was bigger and stronger than her and maybe he was smarter than her, too, as she'd been stupid enough to egg him on, but Belle did not want the Fire to get that last bit of satisfaction. To know that he'd won out over her so utterly and completely would demolish her dignity and she wasn't ready to have that happen yet. "No way," she spat, voice rising an octave or two thanks to fear and pain but still firm and filled with hate.
And yet as the fight continued and her pain got worse and worse, even dignity stopped mattering. All she wanted was for it to stop. It wasn't often that she regretted her pranks but she was regretting this one with all that she had. The Water elementals always treated the Fires as lesser than them, weaker and easily defeated. She had viewed Caleb as a target that would not cause her much grief. Boy, had she ever been wrong.
She couldn't help a terrified sound from escaping her throat when he flicked his lighter and she took another step back, water soaking through her shoe and chilling her to the bone. It was as frigid as the air around them but it was so much easier to ignore the cold than it was to put aside the burning pain where his fire had made contact. It would have felt better to submerge herself in the pond right then had it not been mostly frozen over with ice. Caleb wanted her to beg, he wanted her to apologise, and while it went against her every principle the girl recognised that her options were running out. Her shoulders tensed as if her very muscles were rebelling against what she was about to do as she hesitantly muttered, "I'm s-sorry," refusing to meet his eyes as she instead glaring accusingly at the frozen ground. She wished she'd never come here at all. She wished a lot of things.
She didn't want him to do it again. She wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and cry but she couldn't do that here. Not now. What an asshole. Her thoughts were strong but her resolve was shattered. "J-Just leave me alone," she said, still refusing to look him in the eye. Clenching her jaw, she took a breath before adding a very forced, "Please." She prayed that he would hold up on his end of the bargain and lay off. She didn't know what she would do if he didn't.
[dear god, Josh is going to flip xD]
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Post by caleb on Jan 22, 2013 17:59:37 GMT -5
This was victory, and this was going to be a great accomplishment. It was going to tell people that they couldn't fuck with Caleb. Especially water students. Even if Annabel was weak compared to a lot of water kids, if he could scare them, then he was golden. They wouldn't mess with him, and that meant that he'd be untouchable. No one would mess with him, and he'd be able to just do whatever he wanted. People who were stronger than him would just try and stay out of his way. Ideally, anyway. He wasn't sure about the loyalty factor of his element's sworn enemies. They all could have ganged up on him too. They might've been out for blood. They might start another war. He wasn't really sure, but being the strange optimist that Caleb was, he was going to assume that water kids would be too terrified of him now. That they'd be quicker to flee from him than to fight him. It would have been heavenly that way. He got the apology he was looking for. It was even better that Annabel had just moments ago said that she wouldn't give up. He'd probably broken her. There would probably be some serious damage to her pride at the very least, if she was anything like Caleb. Caleb came down with a bruised ego any time anyone beat him in a fight. He was an extremely sore loser, and if he lost as badly as Annabel did, he'd have been scarred for quite some time. Plotting revenge and such. He hoped to god that she wasn't going to do the same to him, because water students were tricky, and given time to plan, and the elemental advantage, he wasn't sure that he'd be able to hold his own next time. These were all hypothetical situations, of course, but they were all things to consider. What had Caleb just gotten himself into? Annabel asked to be left alone. Well, more like begged to be left alone, and Caleb was more than happy to oblige. "I'll leave you alone now. But if you try anything else, I swear to god, I'll make this beating look like nothing," he stated, in true cliched villain form. Was that what he was at this point? An alcoholic, vicious, dark, teenage criminal who would rather be feared than loved? Probably. Machiavelli would have been proud. Still though, it didn't bother Caleb, because he didn't think he'd be able to change this personality of his, and he didn't know if he wanted to. He may not have liked himself very much, but other people seemed to, and that was what was important. At least in his opinion. "Catch you later, Annabel," he said, beginning to walk away. This had been a more productive day than he'd planned. It was always nice how things like this worked out. ((Do you think we should end this here?))
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