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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 12, 2011 15:43:07 GMT -5
Partners. The word made him cringe instinctively, immediately averse to the idea of pairing up with anyone on an assignment that was not purely elemental. It wasn't that Joshua was selfish, it was just--no, fuck it. Joshua was selfish and he didn't want anyone else getting credit for the work that he did. It didn't matter whether the teacher insisted that it was 'good life skills', he didn't like contributing to a team effort. He loathed any idea of 'working' together, because Josh didn't work well with others and he made that pointedly clear in the way he scowled at anyone that had the gall to look in his direction. He was not in the mood. He had actually been interested in the subject of this class and this assignment until he figured out that he was going to have to do it with someone else's help. It wasn't a one-dimensional hatred, however. No, it went deeper than that. Joshua didn't have that many friends. So whilst most of his classmates jumped up excitedly and rushed over to join their own partners and plan excitedly, he tried not to look like too much of a child as he scowled deeply and wished that he could just opt out of this entire thing.
"Why don't you partner up with Dale? You don't mind, do you Joshua?" He caught the words of the professor, and he tried not to look too loathsome as he forced his expression into something more neutral. "Not at all, sir." Hell yes I fucking mind. The thought was dripping with sarcasm, but he didn't voice it aloud. There was no need to make this any more difficult or cause a scene. As usual, he was paired with the last person to get picked for a partner: the slacker. Why was it that the loners, geeks, losers and bookworms always ended up being shoved into an uncomfortable group of their own? If you weren't loved enough to have friends, you were stuck with the other friendless in one of the most awkward ways possible. He tried his hand at being at least civil and pitching an idea to the other individual, who just shrugged with a simple, "Whatever."
This was going to be a long project.
Spitefully, Joshua almost considered doing absolutely nothing, going on a sort of an academic strike so that he could pull this idiot down with him and sneer when he failed the project. However, this would mean taking a failing grade for himself, as well. As much as Josh loathed partner work and wanted to do something to prove it, he knew himself that he'd never be able to make conscious effort to fail. He had to strive for the best marks possible, and that meant, unfortunately, taking this guy along for the ride. Complaining to the professor made him feel like he was some whiny, privileged bastard that had too much of an ego to include someone else in his glory. Which was somewhat true, he didn't like giving other people credit, but this was something else. Suppressing the urge to sigh, he said, "So should we hit the library after class and find some material to work off of?" Had it been too hopeful to expect a positive response? Apparently. "I don't really like the library. Can't you?" Josh nearly gave up right then and there, but he snapped a confirmation--of course he could, he wasn't going to ruin this for himself--and could have cheered when the bell rang.
Honestly, Joshua didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse that his partner didn't want to work at all. He hated the fact that his work would be partially credited to this boy--unless the professor was fair and realised what had happened--but wasn't this what he wanted? Creative freedom? That was another thing he couldn't stand--cooperating. He just didn't mesh with others. Even if they did get along, there was a good chance that his ideas would directly conflict to theirs. He would often compromise and go along with them so that he got the marks for working well in a group, but he was almost always unhappy with doing so. He wanted to do his own thing, and it was like suppression when he was forced to run it by a group, first. Who ever thought that cooperation was a good thing to grade work on? he thought bitterly. His irritation with the situation made him distracted, so much that he'd barely noticed how far he was getting from the classroom until he paused in a familiar hall that was, nevertheless, not his intended direction. Frowning for a moment, he pulled out his cellphone with the intention of checking the time. Maybe if he got to the library soon enough, he could lose himself in studying and forget about the prick he was meant to be getting along with.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 14, 2011 16:06:07 GMT -5
 Altair leaned back in her chair, blue eyes focused on the emery board running against her fingernails. The teacher was discussing something or other. She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. Well, until the professor thought it a good idea to call on her. Why did teachers love to do that? She lifted her now irritated gaze to flicker aroudn the classroom and see hands popping up from their desks like fucking daises. Her eyes slid over to the teacher who was waited expetendly. The Fire girl hadn’t even heard the question, she just picked out her name from it, and so she non-commitedly answered, ”Horseshit,” as she returned to filing her nails.
”Miss Bennett, I would appreciate it if you watch your language.” Another thing she hated was being talked down to and told what to do. No one liked that, but Altair’s reaction wasn’t one of a necesarrily normal person. A normal person would have just glared, maybe shot a sarcastic remark, and shut up. She decided it would be best to stand from her seat after replacing the nail file back into her bag. She walked through the lines of desks, her heels the only sound as she strode across the room. As the teacher tried to stop her, she held up the back of her hand just before walking out the door, her two fingers in the British version of the middle finger. The teacher wouldn’t understand, but she didn’t give enough of a fuck to change it to please her American sensibilities.
In the next second she was out in the hallway, a tea kettle letting off steam. Any more anger, and she would have started a fight with a professor. The woman was lucky enough that Altair had left. She just didn’t want to sit in that classroom any longer, the stuffy room filled with chatting bitches and people that she would sooner throw out the window than have an agreeable conversation with. She thought she could just manage to sit by and file her nails, minding her own business and letting the Vicodin take over. But no, people would rather test her non-existent patience. As she walked away, Altair had half a mind to swivel around, re-enter the classroom, and deck the stupid bitch who called her out. If I don’t have my fucking hand up, I don’t want to answer your goddamn question. She just didn’t understand teachers or school or any of it. It was very much horseshit.
It didn’t even occur to her that maybe she should quell her anger when she came across a road block in the form of a much taller guy. That maybe she shouldn’t be confrontational with every stranger she met just because she was pissed off at the world. No, Altair simply came to a halt and narrowed her eyes at the guy’s back. She didn’t even opt for a simple ‘get the fuck out of my way’. It was time for Altair’s creativity. ”Is gravity pulling you to the center of the fuck damn hallway, or are you just simple and forgot how to walk? I really don’t see any other reason for someone to stop in the middle of the corridor.”
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 15, 2011 10:44:10 GMT -5
He had his back to the girl, and so there was no way of Joshua to tell of her approach other than footsteps, which were always abundant in hallways and thus couldn't really be used as an accurate judge of how close someone was getting to you. His phone was giving him a bit of a problem, complaining that it was low on battery and insisting on dying each time before he could get off the screen and just look at the time. "Come on, stupid thing," he complained with a frown. He finally managed to get the screen off and glance at it, as well as notice that he had a couple of text messages. He didn't have many friends that would text him and thus immediately assumed they must be from his parents, but before he could deduce much more than that his phone decided that it would be difficult and quit on him. Sighing, Joshua rolled his eyes and shoved the phone back into his pocket. His charger was at home, so he figured he could just find out what his parents wanted when he walked in the door.
He wasn't exactly looking forward to it.
The voice from behind him was caustic and cold, Joshua blinking slightly in surprised when he realised that they were addressing him. The graduate glanced over his shoulder for a moment to confirm this, then turned around to face the girl when he realised she was indeed staring--or rather, glaring--at him. He recognised her immediately as one of the Bennett triplets by the name of Altair, because it was hard not to hear the names of the infamous three when you were forced to share a dormitory with one of them. This one, in fact. She was a Fire elemental and so it was hardly surprising that she was taking her anger out on him, but that didn't mean he was going to be any more cordial or sympathetic toward her plight. Maybe she was going somewhere important--he wasn't sure, and he didn't care either way. The point was that Altair was being difficult, so he was going to be just as much of a pain.
"Is gravity stopping you from going around?" Joshua said smoothly, sounding arrogant as he arched an eyebrow at her. He wasn't usually all that confrontational, but if you started something with him you'd better expect that he wasn't going to stand there and just take it. "No, I don't think it is. Perhaps if you weren't such a selfish bitch that you can't consider your other options before you start snarling at someone you might realise that there is plenty of space--" he gestured around the hall, "--in this hallway for you to walk without running into me." He could have added that he'd been just about to get going and that she should just look for alternative routes the next time before being an absolute bitch about it, but that wasn't how Joshua worked. He was already ticked off at that slacker in his class, then Altair had decided that she was going to come along and make everything worse.
Oh, and he wasn't done. "Don't you?" Joshua said innocently. "You certainly found this to be a perfectly plausible reason why you should stop in the middle of the hall." He was dragging this out for longer than necessary and perhaps a part of his brain understood this, but Joshua wasn't about to just meekly apologise and step off to the side so that this bitch could get whatever she wanted and think that she could shove him around--hell no. He was going to stand in her way because she deserved him to after the nasty things she'd decided were appropriate to say. Not to mention the fact that he was in a foul mood and this was a sadistic way to gain amusement.
[I saw this and though of Josh xD]
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 15, 2011 20:36:38 GMT -5
Altair didn’t recognize this guy, and why should she? The girl didn’t go around talking to her fellow elementals and making friends. She didn’t care about anyone else, and she certainly didn’t care about who the fuck this guy was. Right now, he was simply a roadblock. She lifted an exasperated eyebrow as he turned around and looked at him expectantly. Was he going to move now, for God’s sake? She didn’t have time to deal with whoever he was. True, she didn’t have anywhere to go, but that didn’t mean she wanted to waste her time standing in the hallway waiting for a fucking moose to cross the road. That’s a problem in Canada, right? Oh wait, it was Alaska… Whatever, she didn’t pay attention enough to even care.
His retort, however, made her narrow her eyes. When Altair told you to move, you moved. When she told you to jump, you didn’t even ask how high, you just jumped. But this bastard did not. ”The hell do you know about me, you fucking twat?” she said with a sneer when he called her a selfish bitch. She was more of a selfish bitch than he even knew, but that was it—he didn’t know. And people like him should just keep their goddamn mouths shut. ”And there’s plenty of space for you to stand without being an obnoxious little bitch.” Jesus Christ, he could have just gotten this over with if he would just move. Walk away. Get out of her life before she snapped his fucking neck, which she was very close to doing.
He just didn’t stop, did he? Who the fuck did he think he was? King of the goddamn hallway? Now she definitely wasn’t backing down, not like she had been considering it before. ”How about this. You fucking move before I find a perfectly plausible reason to put my foot up your ass.” The threat was very will, since she was seconds from snapping and sending a punch to his jaw. Who the fuck cared if he was taller and bigger and most likely stronger than her? Altair didn’t think of those things when she was pissed off, and even when she wasn’t, her anger didn’t choose the people she decided to fuck up. It was probably why they called it ‘blind rage’. And her blind rage was directed toward this fucker who was about to experience what it was like to fight Altair Fucking Bennett.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 15, 2011 21:08:25 GMT -5
Now, Joshua was capable of being polite. If this girl had walked up to him calmly, tapped him on the shoulder and asked politely if he could step to the side so that she could go on past, he most likely would have complied. Even if she'd just said 'excuse me' rather than going into her angry little rant. Hell, she probably could have gotten him to move without even a please so long as she phrased it nice enough. But Altair didn't seem like she was the nicest type of girl, and so Joshua was going to be a jackass right back. "I know that you're an entitled brat that thinks she has the authority to order everyone around," he replied. His tone was icy and cold. "I also know that you don't have any authority, especially not over myself." He didn't let anyone boss him around, especially bratty high schoolers. He'd heard that the triplets were sophomores, but this girl looked older than fifteen. Doesn't matter, she's still a brat, he shrugged it off in his mind.
He laughed when she called him an obnoxious bitch, fully appreciating the hypocrisy of the words. This girl was so easily riled up that he found it hard to get truly angry because of her insults, instead finding himself oddly amused. She really was infuriated, wasn't she? It was like a wasp trying to antagonise a house cat, or something. Except that Joshua was no tame house kitty--if anything, he was a fucking tiger. You don't mess with that shit. "Oh, I'm obnoxious?" he said with a bit of an amused snort. It wasn't even worth it to get angry at her. It was more amusing to watch her get all upset over a hallway. She really could have just walked around. Sure, there might have been other people in the way a couple seconds ago, but they were not there now and if the girl really had somewhere to go that was so important she had to bitch at him like that, why didn't she just stalk off? "You're quite the hypocrite," he said, and he actually smiled. Was he trying to infuriate her?
... yes, maybe a little.
Joshua pretended to consider the options that Altair had laid out in front of him. "Well," he said, drawing out the word and exaggerating the contemplative expression on his face. Smirking again, he glanced back at her and concluded, "No, I don't think so." See, Joshua wasn't ready to move from his spot. He quite liked it where he was and he didn't think he was content with the idea of moving. Not because he wanted to stand in a hallway all day--no, he'd much rather be in the library and working on his project--but because this bitch thought she had the right to boss him around. He would not be the first to back down. Joshua was determined about this. "I'd rather stay here. But I wouldn't try to 'put your foot up my ass', because I believe you'll find I'm not the sort of pushover you were hoping for."
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 16, 2011 13:40:38 GMT -5
Altair rolled her eyes. She really didn’t care about what this guy said, because she knew he was wrong. She was not entitled, she got everything she deserved. And it was not only because of her overinflated ego, but because she worked hard and her life was absolute shit. She deserved a lot of things she didn’t get. ”Can you stop whinging, you’re giving me a bloody headache,” she shot back heatedly. That’s all she heard from him, whining about how she thinks she can get whatever she wants and that she’s entitles and blah blah blah. Build a bridge and walk over it. ”Why do all the bitches here talk so much?” she muttered. People in this Academy shit just talked all the fucking time and it was just tiresome to listen to what other people had to say. Really, her attention span may not have been so small that she could be distracted by the littlest things, but when you got people like this guy who apparently loved to hear the sound of his voice, it was hard to even lend an ear.
Her anger only grew when this guy started laughing. It must have been his dream to have her hands wrapped around his neck. Immediately after his amused reply she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, ”Yeah, you relaly fucking are.” First he just stands in the middle of the hallway, then he starts yammering on about whatever shit he’d been talking about, and now he’s laughing at her. That’s the mark of an obnoxious person. Then he had the nerve to call her a fucking hypocrite. Altair’s pride was so much that she wouldn’t even let herself go back and think of the words she said to see if he was right. Because he wasn’t right. He was just fucking annoying. ”And you are, once again, obnoxious. Now we can stand her calling each other names all day, or you can either move or get up to my level.”
Once again rolling her eyes as he decided to be an immature little brat, she glared at him. More words, more talking, more brain anhurisms. She didn’t feel like playing childish games with him. She was already pissed off enough, it wasn’t like him standing there going ‘ohhh, no, I don’t think I’m moving, teehee’ is going to make her angrier? No, it was the fact that he thought it would that made her want to scream and bash his head against the wall. Altair’s temper was a wonderful, strange thing. His next words made her eyes narrow to slits. Was that a challenge? Well, then, so be it. She stepped closer to him, hating the fact that she actually had to look up at him. Why are you so fucking tall? No, she didn’t want a pushover now. Now she knew there was going to be a fight, because she would make it so. ”Who said I wanted a pushover?” she seethed. ”You better not underestimate me, you little cunt.” No, Altair wasn’t a pushover.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 16, 2011 14:11:48 GMT -5
Though he really should have been getting angry as the girl accused him of whining, Joshua couldn't really help but to be amused by this girl all the more. How was he whining? It was Altair who'd come up to him complaining about how he was in her way, not the other way around. Joshua just looked at her with exasperation, expression content and completely complacent. Besides, Josh didn't consider what he'd said to be whining. He'd been matter-of-fact and hadn't drawn out his words painfully and irritatingly, and yet Altair seemed to think that he was whining just because it was something that she didn't want to hear. "You approached me," he pointed out nonchalantly. "I wouldn't have talked to you otherwise. You're not worth my time." She didn't interest him at all, really, nothing more than someone whom he could antagonise and bother. Which made him into a bit of a jerk, really, but hell--she'd brought it upon herself. He might have been cordial if they'd met under another circumstance, but no. Not now. Not after she'd reacted like this.
"That was a rhetorical question," Joshua said simply in response to her snapping. "If you weren't so busy being self-absorbed, you might have realised that." Yes, maybe he was playing it up and acting like an obnoxious bastard, but there was a bit of a different--he knew full well that he was being a jerk, he was doing it on purpose. This girl just seemed to be full of anger and rage and insults today. That was probably why it didn't really affect him. She was just yammering angrily, it wasn't anything that held ground. She could have insulted his family at this point and he still would have laughed. Anger and insults meant little when they were coming from someone that just spewed words like this chick. "Get up to your level?" he said with feigned innocence, glancing down at her. "I don't think that's possible." He smirked at her, playing up on the obnoxious front with full intentions of pissing her off more. "You're a bit too short for me."
He could tell that this might turn into a physical confrontation by the way that she challenged him, and so Joshua weighed his options and his chances. He was taller than this girl and probably stronger by default. He was also older than her no matter whether she was a sophomore by age or by skill, so elementally he could kick her ass. He had a knife in his pocket, nicked from where his mother had hidden it. He put it back after he got home from school so that she could 'give' it back to him when his sentence was up. Unless this chick had a gun, he was pretty confident in himself. "Same goes for yourself," Joshua replied simply. "Underestimate me and we've got a problem."
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 16, 2011 20:13:09 GMT -5
Yeah, he was still talking, Of fucking course. ”If I’m not worth your time, then go. The fuck. Away,” she grated out, finding it hard to move her jaw when she was this teed off. Really, if she was so insignificant in his eyes, then why not just leave and never talk to her again. It would solve both of their problems. Because she sure as hell wasn’t going to back down from anything now, not when he egged her on like this.
She rolled her eyes, something she did so much they might just pop out of her head and roll on away if she wasn’t careful. But really. That was the only response she had for this guy. ”You just keep fucking going, don’t you?” she said in an exasperated voice. True, she could have walked away. Any sane person would have at this point to save themselves from listening to this guy prattle on. But Altair Bennett didn’t walk away, especially not when it came to things like this. She wouldn’t turn her back like a coward. Which is why she was waiting for this guy to. ‘This guy’ that she didn’t even know the name of. And she really didn’t care. He was being obnoxious and stupid and she knew that he was purposely egging her on, but she just. Didn’t. Care. At all. But then he spoke again, and her eyes snapped back to his own in a fierce glower. It may have been a stupid move, but it was a signature one for her—she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him down so he was looking her square in the face. ”Don’t fuck with me,” she said venomously.
When he said not to underestimate him, she just pushed him away without answering. That didn’t need an answer, she wasn’t going t ofucing honor him with a goddamn answer. What she was going to do was attack. She took out her lighter, the catalyst she used for her fire since she couldn’t manifest it on her own yet, not realizing that this revealed how inexperienced she was next to him. But she wanted to test out her powers in a real fight, something she’d never done before. It was usually fisticuffs for her, unless she was dealing with the pussies in the Earth element. The flame shot out to head toward him in a full-frontal assault.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 17, 2011 12:41:02 GMT -5
Joshua supposed that the triplets in all their infamy might have been frightening to someone else, but Altair didn't scare him at all. In fact, he was outright sneering by the time she snapped at him. "I could tell you the same thing," he said, "but of course your ego is so inflated that it probably wouldn't reach your tiny little brain." Did he really think she was stupid? Well, perhaps not academically, but she really didn't seem to realise how irritating and hypocritical she was being. If the girl had such deep-seated hatred for him, why didn't she just do the sensible thing and walk around? Joshua might have seemed irritated, but the graduate wasn't truly angered at her. If he'd been really mad he would have went for her already, and seeing as he was only standing here and riling her up further it was pretty obvious that he was not. Why was she so upset, though? He didn't really get it, and that was an alarming thing. When Joshua Dale, King of temper problems, didn't understand why the fuck you were angry... that was something else. "I'll tell you anyway," Josh said simply. "If you're so infuriated, why not just go around? The hall is plenty empty, now." He gestured around them to the sparsely populated hall. He could have stepped aside and solved their issue right there and then, but so could she have. And just like Altair, Joshua didn't back down that easily.
He didn't even respond to her next words, just smiling a little and folding his arms expectantly as if to say, "What are you going to do about it?" He was taller than her, more muscular than her, and he was older as well and so obviously better with his powers. Josh really didn't understand how someone like this was so god damn cocky, but he would surely find out soon enough unless she knew what was good for her and decided to back down. Of course, that wasn't how things worked. When Altair grasped his collar, Joshua took her wrist in one hand and tightened his grip threateningly. "Touch me like that again, Bennett, and I'll snap your delicate little wrist," he said with warning. Now she was starting to rile him up, though he hadn't yet reached the level of anger she was at. He didn't like this chick at all. He wasn't going to initiate a fight if she didn't, because it was always better to avoid being the instigator if possible, but he wasn't going to go 'easy' on her if she did decide to go for him. Joshua didn't differentiate his power and his attacks from guys to girls. In his mind, if you attacked him you deserved the full extent of what he could do, no matter your gender. Equality in its truest sense, really. She tried to shove him away, but he just steadied his stance and stayed where he was. "Do you really think you can take me?"
Apparently the answer to this was 'yes', because Altair's next order of business was to pull out a lighter. Joshua actually chuckled at this. She had to use something to generate her powers, still? This chick doesn't stand a chance. If she had been anyone else he might have felt sorry for her, but right now he just felt like she had it coming to her. She thought that she could take him on, and Joshua had every intention of proving her wrong. "Go for it," he chuckled. "Let's see what you can do." Unfortunately for Altair, the fact that she needed to control the lighter flame made the direction of her attacks highly predictable. As the tongue of flame shot toward him, Joshua was ready. He stepped back and then simply lifted a hand, stopping the flame in its tracks about an inch from his hand so that it went around like there was some invisible barrier there. He then moved his hand down and to the side slightly, assuming control of the fire that was supposed to be hers and turning it into a swirling ball. Instead of sending it at her, Joshua dispersed it in a small cloud of smoke. "Nice try, but you'll need to do better than that," he taunted as if he was coaching her. "I'm older than you, stronger than you. What makes you think you have a chance?"
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 17, 2011 15:01:41 GMT -5
Altair ignored the guys statements, because that’s what she did when she listened to someone and didn’t care what they siad. She didn’t answer, didn’t reply, didn’t give any inclination of having heard them. She gave a small, agitated smile that held all the vehemence she felt. ”Because I don’t back down,” she said. Even if it was something petty like this, she refused to turn her back. She wasn’t a coward. ”And if you keep waving your arms around like a mental patient, I might just break them off. I see the hallway, you fucking git.” Really, him gesturing wasn’t painting a better picture for her. If he could wave his arms arund so much, then it wouldn’t take many more muscles to just walk away and leave her life forever. She would be greatly pleased if she’d never see his scarred face again, and if she did, they would be having even more fucking problems.
But he wouldn’t leave and she knew that he was mocking her. Egging her on. Still, she didn’t care. Altair didn’t think about these things when she was way past her boiling point. She was boiling over, as a matter of fact. And it only got worse—who was she kidding, it kept getting worse—when he grabbed her wrist. Icy eyes flashing with anger, she practically spat out, ”Fucking try me.” She didn’t care that this guy didn’t like her touching him, didn’t care about anything except that she was really fucking pissed. And this guy was still acting like a cocky little bitch. Hypocritical? Yes, very, but even that didn’t cross her mind. She didn’t think about that when she was angry. All she thought about was ripping her opponent’s throat out, and in this case it was a nameless guy she just accosted in the hallway.
If she’d been expecting her attack to actually do anything, she was pretty damn wrong. The guy just simply lifted up his hand, and the flame stopped in its tracks as if by the power of god. How the fuck could he even do that? It couldn’t be legal. And there he went, mocking her again. ”If you’re so fucking tough,” she ground out, ”Then come at me, you pussy.” He was just standing on the defensive, but would he actually stand up against a girl and fight her? That kind of mentality infuriated her. Just because there wasn’t a grotesque organ swinging between her legs didn’t mean she couldn’t hold her own in a fight. It just meant that her opponent couldn’t hit below the belt.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 18, 2011 14:25:04 GMT -5
"Waving my arms like a mental patient?" Joshua repeated, amused by the analogy. It even caused him to chuckle a little. If she was trying to infuriate him to her level of rage, it certainly wasn't working. Or maybe she always did this kind of thing when she was angry? He really wasn't too concerned with Altair either way. Maybe if she had thrown a punch already he would have been a little less confident and cocky, but it was the fact that he was pretty sure he would win in a fight that dimmed most of his anger. There was no point in getting enraged over a battle that was lost before it had even started. "Real original. I'm almost impressed."
[/colour] Her English accent might even have been quite pleasant if she didn't waste it by snapping and snarling at him this entire time. "As for breaking my arms off, I'd like to see you try." It was said simply and accompanied by a shrug. She might have been strong, but he was stronger. This was probably all just talk anyway, right? Apparently not. He was a little surprised by the aggression behind the grasp, but still not too intimidated. He could feel her strength--probably enhanced by the anger that pumped adrenaline through her veins--but his calm attitude at the moment was an advantage. He was older, he was stronger, and he wasn't blinded by fury at the moment. "Your foul mouth is quite entertaining." He was one to talk--he cursed a lot himself when he was angry. It was just amusing to him because she seemed to enjoy the word 'fuck'. Heaven knows what would happen if he became acquainted with the Thunder triplet, who seemed to have adapted it as a part of her daily vocabulary whether it was out of anger or boredom or any other emotion. Altair challenged him to come at her, and Joshua smirked. "Alright," he said simply. Normally Joshua didn't make a habit of hitting a girl unless she made it clear that she wanted a fight. He usually didn't hit most guys without reason, either. Gender didn't matter to him if you were antagonising him and begging for a confrontation, however. Altair challenged him, she was clearly ready to be an aggressor, and so he saw no reason for him to avoid fighting back. Summoning a large amount of fire, he sent it toward her in a hot blast. That was only a distraction, however. Given that it was the element of her birth, it wasn't likely that Altair would go down with one blast. He wasn't done. Stepping forward, Joshua smirked a little and aimed a punch... right to the face. She had told him to come at her, and he fully intended to deliver. No holding back on his part, no way.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size] |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 18, 2011 16:42:33 GMT -5
Altair didn’t know whether to bang her head against a wall or against his head. Really? He was laughing? She wasn’t fucking telling jokes. ”I’m not a goddamn comedian, I don’t give a fuck if I amused you.” The words were heated just like everything else about her and all this was just a precursor to her true aggression. Right now, she was planning ways to utterly destroy this guy, completely disregarding the fact that he was big and older and could wipe the floor with her. Nope, that didn’t even fucking matter when she was as pissed as she was.
And his calmness only made it worse for both of them. And once again, she wasn’t setting out to entertain him. She really was starting to think there was something seriously wrong with this guy, he just kept going on, laughing, and Jesus Christ she wanted to hit something. Or rather him. Hard. But she didn’t even answer to that, and if she had it would have been something sarcastic and bitter and angry just like her other comments. But she still didn’t open her mouth and grace him with her voice because all she wanted to do was…well, very violent things going through her head, some of which weren’t physically possible.
With his next comment, she was only slightly shocked that he would step up to the challenge. But of course it was an elemental attack, since somehow that was acceptable for guys when they didn’t want to flat out attack a chick. At least she learned that he was a Fire student like her, but as usual, she didn’t really give a damn about which element he was in. What didn’t surprise her, though, was when he physically attacked her and clocked her in the face. And fuck, did it hurt. Taking a few moments to recover from the blow, she snapped her eyes back to him and said, ”You’re gonna pay, fucker.” Pretty big talk on her part, since David and Goliath had no real world standing. And none of her attacs were at all affecting him.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 18, 2011 17:48:29 GMT -5
Joshua smirked as he watched her take a moment to recover from the punch, feeling slightly smug about their situation. Well. That would teach her to talk tough and challenge him, wouldn't it? Apparently she wasn't done, however. If it wasn't for the fact that she seemed to be made of ninety-percent anger and ten-percent air, Joshua might have been impressed with Altair's determination. However, the reason for their fighting was not quite serious enough for Josh to consider it a respectable effort. If she had actually gotten into a spat with him over something other than the fact that he was 'in her way' in a perfectly spacious hallway, he would have been impressed. The fact that she'd started this whole bullshit just for the sake of being enraged made that a moot point.
"Oh, am I?" Joshua spoke with false innocence, lips curling into a bit of a challenging sneer. He shifted his arms a little to insinuate that he was open, gesturing for her to come a little closer. "Prove it, Bennett." Joshua was not fucking around as much any more, but he also had no plans to really fuck her up. He was just messing around and had no intention of causing collateral damage. Now Altair was a different story. She was clearly out with the desire to cause a great deal of pain, but Joshua simply did his best to block the blows and assume control of her fire. She got in some good hits, but the fact that he was older and stronger also meant that he had more stamina and he could go on like this for a lot longer considering he wasn't expending his energy quite as much as she.
But there was the key word: he could last longer.
This wasn't worth it. What would he gain from whooping her ass indefinitely? Not much, and besides, he had a project to get working on. Joshua knew that he could expect no help from his partner and that if he didn't get a headstart he would be stressing to all hell. He was taking a double major on top of his Academy classes, and so his schedule was pretty much jam-packed. Instead of going in for the winning shot, therefore, Joshua just stepped back. "This has been fun," he said devilishly, "but I have places to be." One last blast of fire was summoned at his command and sent toward the girl before Joshua slipped around the corner and into the plain sight of several professors. She'd be in a lot of shit if she tried to attack him here.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 18, 2011 20:33:23 GMT -5
So Altair really didn’t like being treated like she was some little kid throwing a temper tantrum, even though that’s what this really was about. She didn’t get her way, and therefore she immediately went to fisticuffs. And now he was basically telling her to ‘bring it’, as if she wasn’t a real threat, and it was pissing her off that much more. Actually, with how angry she already was, she couldn’t tell if there was any change in the levels of pissed-ness. She was just all-around wrathful right now and ready to rip off his heads.
...Which would be nearly impossible considering nothing she did was actually affecting him. Or so he was making it that way. And this—lo and fucking behold—made her so full of rage and hate that she was just draining herself even more. She wasn’t built for stamina, she was tenth grade level when it came to her element, and therefore she was basically no match for this guy. Not that it mattered to her. No, she didn’t really give a damn about that.
Until he decided that he had his fill of this fight. She looked at him for a moment, completely flabberghasted. He was just going to walk away. It would have had more affect if she spoke the following words calmly, but they were practically spat out of her mouth when she said, ”Just going to walk away like a pussy?” That’s the only kind of person who would walk away, in her mind. A fucking coward. Was she aware that she’d been totally outmatched and that now she felt physically drained? Yes. Did it matter? Well that was easy, no. Which is why she marched after him and had to be pulled away by a professor. Fuck him to goddamn hell and his fucking mother too. Altair was definitely non-too-happy about this. But she wasn’t going to admit she lost or anything. He’d walked away, and that meant he forfeited. Therefore, she won. And that filled her with enough pride that she decided not to resist the professor and attempt another attack.
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