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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 9, 2011 18:44:15 GMT -5
 To say Altair didn’t fit into the Academy would be an understatement. None of the Bennetts fit in. People noticed their accents, the fact that they were too old to be in the tenth grade, and how they only associated with each other. Some were wary, and some took this as a reason to fuck with them. And it was never, ever a good idea to fuck with Altair Bennett.
As it was difficult for the girl to stay awake in any class, she was for once minding her own business as she rested her head against the book on her desk, trying to get some sleep considering the fact that she usually worked at night. She took day shifts on the weekend at the skin joint, and at night was her other seedy occupation or some partying. Either way, it was rare when Altair actually got a decent night’s sleep. Yet, even with this, she was an early riser, always up with the sun. It just felt like wasting the day if she slept in, and there were too many things for her to do. So, she used these boring classes as an opportunity to catch some z’s. Unfortunately, some people didn’t realize just how hectic her schedule was.
Altair felt a poke on her arm, and her head instantly snapped up, blue eyes in a glower. ”Fuck off before I gut you like a fish,” she snapped, not even in the mood to give this guy the cold shoulder. He was turned around in his chair in front of her, and there was a girl beside her and another guy diagonal from her also looking on. The hell did they want? ”Jeez, I just wanted to ask you a question.” The guy feigned innocence, even though she could tell that he just wanted to screw with the new girl. And if it had been one of her sisters in her place, they would have done the same. Well, they chose the wrong one to fuck with today. ”Do I seem like I want to listen to your questions?” She settled back into the cradle of her arms, but the guy fucking touched her again, and now her reaction was to sit up and grab him by the collar. ”All right, you want to ask me a question? Do it after class, on the school grounds.”
And that was that. The guy smirked, he and his friends turned around, and she returned to sleeping, now preparing herself for what would—of course—turn into a fight. After class, she chose an obvious place to meet up for a fight, and waited with her hands on her hips. When one looked at her, ‘fighter’ wasn’t what immediately came to mind. True, she was heavier than her sisters, but she also had the looks of a model because that’s what she was. Actually, she was no longer a model—she was a stripper. A stripper with a God complex and a killer temper that now wanted to explode. She didn’t even care that there really wasn’t a reason for them to fight. She just wanted to kick some ass.
The three came as a group, and she rolled her eyes. ”What, you needed back up, ya pussy?” She curled her lip, sticking her chin out in her fighting face. He spat on the ground as if to make himself look tough, and sneered right back at her. ”I don’t need back up to take a scrawny bitch.” She didn’t even care that they would jump in immediately if the guy started losing. Didn’t care that they might have been from her own alliance or the enemy or alliance or what. She just wanted to draw some blood. And so she made the first hit, clocking the guy across the jaw. Unfortunately for him, this scrawny little bitch had a mean right hook. And just as Altair had predicted, the other guy stepped in to take her by the arm. These bitches just won’t stop touching me. She knew she was a nice piece of ass, but really? |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 9, 2011 19:32:25 GMT -5
To Ace it had been an uneventful day. He skipped classes because they weren't doing anything specific at the time. Instead he just sat around at the shore of the lake playing around with the water. He was getting better at his power control. He was better but still not the best at them, he still preferred to use his fists over his powers. He tried incorporating his water moves into fights, but he hadn't really gotten into any fights recently. Nah it was rather peaceful since the war is over, and there weren't many other kinds of fights to get into. When there were fights, at the school, Ace was usually just watching from afar. They were usually one on one but sometimes someone played dirty against, and then Ace's hero, messiah, complex kicked in. He went to go and save them, well fight with them anyways. Even if he didn't know who the person was, or he hated the person he would still help them, uneven fights were unfair, and it was cheating.
Today was rather uneventful. No one else skipped classes that day so Ace was alone. He could have driven down to Maple Hallow and hung out at the mall, but he had no money for gas, or for anything to buy. No Ace was poor once again. He hated that feeling, it was rather annoying. He wanted to buy something like a new pair of shoes or something, but no he had no money, no job. He needed to go out and find a job somewhere. He sighed, hoping that his dad would pull out money from his bank account and send it up to him. Maybe he could go and buy a bike, it was only like eight grand. That wasn't bad, and the bike he wanted was in good condition. Man he wanted a new way to get around, he loved his car yes, but it was starting to die on him more often. It was at the end of it's life and he needed a new ride. Taking the bus sucked so he didn't want that.
Ace heard a bell signalling the end of classes, and he got up and brushed off the sand from his bottom. He looked around and found a group of three guys walking down the steps in a hurry. Interested and curious he followed them stealthy. The three didn't notice him and he listened to their conversation. "That bitch, oh well she'll get hers. the middle guy said. Ace guessed the middle guy was the boss, the other two were cronies. Wow get her's? who said that? What a tool. He thought as he walked silently behind them. He was taller than all of them, and he guessed they weren't seniors, cause they didn't look it. "She won't get away with embarrassing me in class." Wow how shallow could this idiot be? Ace rolled his eyes. The two nodded and conversed with each other, their boss was busy fuming to not notice what they were talking about, he just continued to rant and rant about what this girl did.
Ace followed them until he saw who their target was. It was this rather beautiful girl. Ace raised an eyebrow, these fools were going after her? Ace shook his head and departed from the group climbing up a tree nearby. Tree's were always good seats to watch fights from. No one got in your way when you were watching. He was maybe a few yards away from them. He was able to listen to their pre-fight conversation. And this girl had a lot of spirit, interesting. Then it started, the girl slammed her fist into the guy's face. He laughed as the guy stumbled back. Apparently this guy underestimated his opponent. Not a good move on his part. But then something really ticked him off, shooting off his hero/messiah complex. He jumped off the tree rolled so he didn't sprain his ankle and he sprinted, when he got into a reasonable distance away he went with a flying kick into the guys stomach. The guy flew backwards releasing his grip on the girl. "C'mon man you gotta ruin a good fight by cheating?" He said cracking his knuckles. Then the other cronie pissed off at Ace ran at him and swung a punch, Ace ducked down twisted and uppercut him watching him fall to the ground. A little hurt the two got up groaning but still ready to fight.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 9, 2011 22:41:02 GMT -5
Altair knew she could handle this. Always knew, even if it wasn’t true. Her superiority complex gave her enough confidence that she believed nothing was too hard for her to handle. Even three assholes wanting to kick her ass. The chick didn’t look like she was going to fight, though, and Altair wondered why the fuck she was even there. Their cheerleader? Well, that wouldn’t save her from the Fire student’s wrath. When in hulk-mode, no one was safe from Altair. And right now, she was fucking pissed. There was rarely a time she wasn’t pissed, saved for when she was sleeping, or fucking, or flying high.
So she was pretty damn sure she had this, even when the guy took a hold of her arm. Thought she’d go down so easily? She ran with a gang simply for the violence and the drugs and this kid who probably spent his nights sitting home on the computer thought he could take her? That only made her even angrier if that was humanly possible. Just as she pulled back her arm to take a crack at him, this guy came out of literally nowhere and kicked the guy in the stomach, making him fall back. Even though she wanted to shoot this random interloper a glare, she was too focused on the bitches she had beef with. The other dude attacked and this guy just punched him so he flew right back. ”Stay the fuck back,” Altair warned to the guy who probably thought he was helping her out. No. She would not fucking take that. Her pride did not allow any help in a fight.
She swung back to the group, and the guy had been rather disarmed by the new arrival, and though she wouldn’t admit that this actually helped her out, she used the oppurtunity for a well-aimed kick to the junk. Altair grinned. Let’s see them try that with her. She may have had absurdly high testosterone levels, but she was all woman. She turned to the second guy and clocked him in the face before rounding on the chick standing in the background. ”Not gonna fight, you little cunt?” she practically spat out. They were apparently reconsidering this whole ordeal. They were drawing a crowd, of course, and there was always the threat of teachers coming along. Plus, to Altair’s great dismay, she had a partner. ”Let’s get the fuck out of here,” the guy who had his groin assaulted by her heel mumbled, pulling the other one away. The chick gave her the finger, and she made a crude gesture back, one that no polite young lady would make.
Then, her rage turned to the guy who’d intervened and with one step, she decked him in the jaw. Who the fuck did this kid think he was? He looked like a fighter, but she didn’t give a damn about that—this wasn’t his fight and she could take care of herself. People thought that just because she didn’t have something hanging between her legs she couldn’t take care of herself in the fight. Altair didn’t get that logic. Altair knew just what she could do. ”The bloody hell did you think you were doing?” she hissed through her teeth, looking him up and down. Then, her expression contorted into a grimace, her mind set in that she just didn’t like this guy. First impressions was all it took for her. ”I can handle my-fucking-self, I don’t need you to be fighting for me. Didn’t your mum teach you to mind your own business?” |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 9, 2011 23:33:08 GMT -5
The chick had fire in her eyes. She was seemed to be really pissed off. That wasn't good in a fight, it clouded your vision and made you suseptable to more thought out fighters. Sure you could be relentless, but however it tired you out a whole lot, and if you weren't good at fighting, it was easy to read your moves. Right now she seemed to be pretty angry. It was in her eyes and the way she talked. Ace was never really pissed when he fought, he was calm. He didn't want to admit it but he reveled in the fight, in the way his fists hit against someone else. It was the darker side of him he knew was there, but didn't want to admit too.
Ace smiled to himself as he ducked again as another fist was thrown. He didn't go to counter it he would let her deal with it. He sidestepped the guy who threw the punch and watched him get his punishment. He felt someone hit him, wow that was a rather weak punch. He was used to seniors and graduates punches, but this, well this was nothing. It was like a birthday punch from one of his friends. He turned and faced the attacker, he turned out to be the one who he kicked in the chest. The kid wound up for another punch and Ace stepped to the side and tripped him up. These kids didn't even deserve to get punched by him, he would probably give them a rather nasty bruise. He grinned at the girl, "Wheres the fun in that?" He said as he stepped back, deciding that she was more than enough to fight them.
Ace winced when she aimed for a shot to the junk. Ow that has got to hurt, he thought grimacing. He watched her slam her fist into the other guys face, and he winced again, that probably hurt. And he was a little shocked by her use of language, but he got over it quickly. The girl had a rather different accent, it was nice, European he thought. And she had a hell of a way with words too. It was blunt, and rather shocking, he guessed. He looked around and saw the crowd they had drawn in. "That's a rather small crowd." He said a little disappointed, yea this was a rather short fight, and not many people heard the commotion. People usually gather at the longer drawn out fights, and not these short ones. Yea once there was a rather large fight, and that drew a crowd. Some random people actually joined in the fight, sorta like what he had just done. He looked at the guys as they ran away with their legs between their tails.
Ace saw the punch coming at the last minute, he took the punch though wanting to see how strong the girl actually was. The punch was strong, but it didn't make him stumble back or anything, no it just made him turn his head. He moved his jaw, it was strong, but he had been hit a lot harder by other people. "Well you don't hit so bad." He said commenting on it. "You do need to work on your form though. You leave yourself open in a few places." He said thinking about how she punched the guy and then kicked the other in the gonads. Then she asked him what he was doing, "Cute accent by the way. And I was just getting into a fight." He said wondering why she asked him that. Then he raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't fighting for you." He said to her statement. "I was simply fighting for my morals." He said with a shrug.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 10, 2011 0:54:33 GMT -5
Altair just wished this guy would go away. She didn’t want him to be fighting the people that she wanted to be fighting. She was too sober for her own good, and shit got dangerous when she didn’t have her meds or a beer or something to make this fucker at least somewhat bearable. No, the only thing that would work for her was his sudden and immeiate departure. She didn’t care that he was a good fighter or that she would most likely have been fucked if he hadn’t come along. She just didn’t fucking care one bit about this tosser.
She was disappointed that they’d run off, but she wanted to take care of this bastard first before he got any ideas of ‘helping her out’ any more. She scoffed as he mentioned a crowd. ”You need a crowd to fight? Get in the ring and out of my fucking fights.” Seriously, if this guy wanted a spectacle than he should be boxing or some shit like that. Altair didn’t do that, not that she disliked attention. Of course, she liked attention, she was a model and now a stripper. But when fighting, she took it to the streets. She ran with a gang for the glory of the fight. And she wasn’t above knifing someone like him in the gut. How would the fucking crowd like that?
Not stepping back after the punch, she narrowed her eyes at him. He was only a few inches taller than her, and her heels helped her in that aspect. She was very close to blowing up at him and gouging his eyes out with her manicured nails. ”What are you, mental?” she snapped. ”I didn’t ask for your fucking commentary. I punched you in the face, but I guess I should have aimed for your mouth since it never seems to stop moving.” Who the fuck did he think he was, anyway, telling her that she needed to work on fucking form. Then she smirked, drawing closer and placing her hand on the back of his neck, looking like she was about to kiss him. ”So I need to work on form?” She tilted her head to the side almost teasingly, and aimed a hard punch to his gut, that hurt her hand a bit. But with her ever-present anger, it was a minor inconvenience. ”How’s that for form, ya wanker.”
She could have laughed at the cute comment. Syria was the cute one. ”I’m flattered,” she said dryly, rolling her eyes. ”Did I ask you for reasoning? It seems that you don’t understand what a rhetorical question is. Uneducated, too, what a fucking shame.” She was itching to do him some bodily harm again, but she managed to hold back to sling a few more insults and general rude behavior at him. The crowd was lingering, wondering if this would turn out to be a full-blown brawl, too. ”Morals?” She let out her usual barking laugh. ”What fucking morals possessed you to jump into a fight that was not yours? You know what, I don’t even give two shits. Come near me again, and we’ll have some real fucking problems. Do I make myself clear, or am I going to have to spell it out using macaroni art so your underdeveloped brain can comprehend?” |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 10, 2011 1:38:10 GMT -5
Ace grinned, "I haven't been in the ring for maybe," He paused thinking about the years he hadn't been in the ring. "Four years?" He said shrugging his face calm. He sighed, really can't this girl just accept the help and leave? No she was the kind that was proud about fighting alone. He sighed, and shook his head. Sure the attention was great, he got more reputation like that, of course it also stopped any dirty fighting. But now in the back streets of an alley, that's brawling, that isn't fighting. Brawling is a no holds barred fight, at least in fighting you can't get stabbed in the gut and left for dead.
He looked at her with a calm gaze even though she was throwing insult after insult. Hell he had an amused smile on his face. Really he had long long fuse, and it took a while for him to snap or blow up. No it either was someone hurting his friends, or a lot of stupid insults to get him going. But right now this girl had a very long time to go. He narrowed his eyes as she moved closer to him. "Hmm sorry but I need my mouth." He said with with a dry tone. Then he felt the punch, it was hard but he didn't double over with pain, no he let out a pained breath, but he smiled, "Your form? Still really bad." He said aiming a strong punch into her gut to make her lose her breath. Whether that punch actually worked he had his other hand with a strong vice grip on her wrist. He moved behind her and twisted her arm so it was behind her back. Then he quickly kicked out her legs from under her and pushed with the hand holding onto her wrist, causing her to trip and fall to the ground, rather hard. "Your feet were to close together, you didn't pull your hand to much, and you underestimated me." He said listing her mistakes.
No she was a brawler, and a deceiver, she didn't seem to be a fighter, someone who knew some techniques. But she seemed relentless and strong, but he was strong and educated. No he thought he was a better fighter than her, but he didn't want to make a mistake and underestimate her. He had years of training for boxing, and a year or two of mixed fighting. He was well trained, and could more than likely take her on.
He raised an eyebrow at her insults. "Well, someone likes to throw around insults." He said his face still in it's calm demeanor look. He took none of this personally, who was she? Who thought she could insult anyone? Her words didn't count for anything. He didn't know who she was, he didn't think he wanted to know. She seemed new but whatever, either way none of her insults really hit home. He laughed, "Macaroni art? Well I didn't know we had art time here." He said with a smile, why not annoy her more, it was a bad idea, but hell he had a lot of bad ideas. "I don't get you, your very, angsty." He said with a roll of his eyes. "And probably spoiled to the core huh? Have you actually seen macaroni before? Or was that too low maintenance for someones high taste like yours." He said making observations and adding a stupid insult in it. But he heard the crowd give a silent gasp. Shit he might have gone too far, when someone was angry enough anything was possible, that was the human body for ya. A whole flood of hormones and with enough you could do anything.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 11, 2011 9:26:42 GMT -5
Altair blinked. Why did he feel like he needed to tell her things about himself? She didn’t fucking care how long it’s been since he’s been in the ring, but she also knew this was a comment to point out that he actually was a fighter and not a rough and tumble bitch like her. Still, it couldn’t have made one iota of difference to her. She was cocky and arrogant and not about to let this guy show her up. ”You gonna tell me your life story now?” she asked, hand on her hip. She couldn’t give even less of a fuck about this dick or his name, let alone that he was a boxer or some shit. Her question had been rhetorical and probably the politest way she’d ever said ‘fuck off’.
She couldn’t care less about the fact he wasn’t getting mad with her insults. He could go on and wear the dumb smile on his face all he wanted, didn’t change the fact that she wanted to fuck his shit up. His sarcasm made her snort in disbelief. That was the best he had? Apparently not, since the punch to her stomach took her breath away long enough that she was unprepared when he twisted her arm and knocked her legs out from under her. Instantly as she recovered, now winded thanks to his assault, she aimed a glare his way. She slwoly picked herself up as he listed off the things she’d done wrong and now she was far to enraged to even give her usual sarcastic eye roll. ”Fuck you.” And one could imagine she was breathing fire. ”Again, rhetorical questions seem to go right over your head.”
No, she was not a professional fighter. She was an ex-model for Christ’s sake, none of the Bennetts were exactly built for battle. But she didn’t give a fuck a bout training or any of that shit. She followed her anger, did what it told her. When it came to Altair, she was a bull, hoof scraping against the ground, smoke blowing from her nostrils, and eyes dead set on a red piece of cloth. Which, unfortunately for the guy—she didn’t give a damn about his name—was him.
Of course she liked to insult. That’s what she did. And to add to the anger, there was exasperation. Oh my god, did he ever shut up? He wasn’t supposed to make nonchalant observations, he was supposed to either fight her without a word or leave her the fuck alone. Because she wasn’t going to wlak away from this. Altair didn’t walk away from anything, especially not a fight. And she wasn’t going to make an exception for this jackass. ”Angsty?” The word came from her mouth like a sneer in verbal form. She was not angsty, she was angry. All the fucking time. His next words made her lips twitch into a very deep frown. Yes, she was high-maitnence and had expensive tastes that was detrimental to she and her sisters’ lifestyle. But she was nowhere near posh, she was a stripper and a gangbanger, not a dainty little socialite. ”You don’t know the first thing about me, you fucking prat, and I’m not gonna piss around with you.” This sentence was followed by another fist to the face, one of her favorite things to do, and then she was aiming her heel to the goolies. Or whatever these fucking Cadians called their balls. |
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Aug 12, 2011 14:52:35 GMT -5
Ace grinned and put a hand in his pocket, he leaned on one leg and in all looked rather carefree even though he was being yelled at by this crazy chick. "Only if you want me too." He said with a smile, he knew it was rhetorical, but he liked to just piss her off even more, even if that was impossible. Oh well what could you to, he knew he could beat her, so why not egg her on?
He again grinned as she cursed at him "Just tell me when and where. And it'll be the best night of your life." He said trying to annoy her more. Well this girl was very angry, and she seemed to be angry all the time. If she were turned into an animal, that animal would be a dragon, even if that wasn't an animal. Hell she could be breathing fire at Ace right now, and he'd be taunting it. He was taunting Cthulhu that's what.
She was a bull and he was the matador, He kept poking prodding and taunting that angry bull. Eventually it would charge, but like any good matador he would dodge. He would dance away like a leaf in the wind, no bull able to charge into him. He would wave around his fancy red cape and then step aside at the last minute poking at the bull as it charged past him making it all the more dangerous
She didn't seem to be giving up did she? All he needed was a thanks and he'd be on his way, though he didn't think this girl knew the word. "No your right, Angsty isn't the right word. Are you Pmsing?" He asked with a taunting smile. Some kid in the crowd actually laughed, well that poor sod might get hurt if she knew who it was. Oh well, not Ace's fault really. He saw the punch coming a little late, but he turned his body in just enough time to only have it bump his chin. Of course he didn't see the kick to the gonads, but he was lucky he turned for the punch. The kick missed him and hit empty air. "Wow not bad. Nearly got me there." He said with a smile, then he grinned and took a little hop back so he wasn't in her reach. He looked to the crowd "Hey someone hand me some water!" From the crowd someone chucked a water bottle. "Thanks!" he said uncapping it. He pulled out a small bit of water about the size of a BB, then he made a flicking motion with his hands and it shot off. It was as if a BB gun had shot it, going really fast and aiming to hit hard. The place he had aimed for was right between the eyes, hopefully it made it cause Ace turned around and walked away. His phone rang and he answered it not paying any more attention to the girl behind him. The crowd parted as he walked through them, he didn't even notice.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 13, 2011 9:02:38 GMT -5
This guy just didn’t shut up. Ever. No matter what she said or how hard she punched, he just kept yammering on like it was his job. It wasn’t even what he was saying that bothered her. She knew that she was better than him, so anything he said was just water under the bridge. No, it was the fact that he believed he could just keep talking even when she didn’t want to hear it.
And then he said one of the worst things you could say to a girl. Any woman, even the calmest most serene, would bite off the head of any man that asked the question. ”I’m not the little bitch here,” she shot back. She was always fucking PMSing. And even though she heard the laugh, she didn’t tear her eyes away from her opponent.
To add to the rage, he just kept dodging her blows. Stop. Fucking. Moving. As if she needed anything else that pissed her off, not getting what she wanted increased her rage. It was like a meter in her brain steadily rising until it broke. And there was no describing it when he called out to someone else, and he should have been fucking paying attention to his opponent. Her. She had half a mind to aim a kick at him, but before she could he popped off the top of the water and aimed a bullet at her. She let out a ferrel growl, not even caring about the fact that she now knew he was Water and that she was shit out of luck.
But then he turned and walked away. He walked away. From her, Altair Fucking Bennett. She was about to stomp right after him, but felt a hand on her shoulder, and she pivoted so that it dropped away. Her fierce glower met a professor, who said, ”Detention after school, Bennett.” |
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