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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 28, 2011 11:18:05 GMT -5
Hanging out with Earth elementals was always strange--at least when they weren't Nell. He wasn't used to getting along with them for any length of time and certainly wasn't accustomed to their tolerance of him. It was becoming easier, slowly, to deal with the sudden outpouring of support but it still confused him on a daily basis. Sometimes he joked that he wished he'd gotten it in with Water so he could easily thrash those in his element that were still bitter about the outcome of the war. Josh stood firm in the fact that he would not bow to his element or to Thunder--war ceased or not, he was not some bitch that would come crawling back to them on his hands and knees just because they were no longer out for Nell's blood. "I figured you'd shun us the moment you were given the chance, really," one of the girls confessed to him as the small group sat on the cliffs and flung stones into the water below. It made him nervous to stare at the depths but he tried not to think about that. "Of course not," Josh scoffed. He tossed a stone with fervour and watched as it skipped once, twice before sinking into the depths. "I haven't forgotten what they did to my friend--nor what they did to me." He watched as the stone of one of the males in the group cleared the entire lake. It amused Joshua to see such strength and skill behind the arm of someone that would never hurt a fly. The Earth elementals were an odd bunch, they really were.
"Fair enough," the girl agreed, and they lapsed into a bit of a silence as they continued to skip rocks and enjoy the weather. They could hardly be called his friends, but this sort of companionship was something that Joshua didn't mind. He hadn't made plans to hang around them--hardly. He had a difficult time getting to know people and even once you knew him he wasn't someone who often made plans to meet up. Friends weren't something he had enough of to make a habit of such things. "So is it true, then?" The voice of the other girl in their party of four was the one to break the silence. "About you and Nell?" Joshua didn't bother to turn to her, merely tossing another bit of broken rock as he replied, "Yeah. It's true." He would say no more on the subject even if they asked. People were nosy and even though these folk were Earth kids and thus likely a trustworthy sort, he trusted no one. It could be his name plastered about the rumour mill all over again. There were always rumours but if you said the wrong thing they were amplified tenfold. Josh didn't want to be dealing with that. All he wanted was to finish this year and to put all the drama that had come with it behind him. Splash! He blinked as the next stone he tossed plunged straight into the water and vanished below it's depths. Well, then. He had never pretended to be great at this and was mostly just doing it as a distraction.
There was a sudden ringing that shattered their second silence of the conversation and caused Joshua to lose his grip on the stone he was holding. It clattered down the rocks a little, hit the steep outcrop and then fell to its fate. "I've got to go," said the girl whose phone had interrupted their quiet. The boy immediately said something about plans to go with her and after a hesitation and a glance toward Josh the last Earth element also filtered away. He didn't bother with a goodbye. There seemed to be a mutual understanding. They were not friendly, they were barely even acquainted. He knew nothing of their names and they only knew his because of the drama during the war--but there was peace. There was a peace between them and that was all that mattered. With no interest in skipping the stones or staying on the cliffs now that the others had disappeared, Joshua stood carefully and backed as far away from the edge as he could. Even with the lake this far away, it still made him nervous. He picked down the edge of the cliffs and found himself standing on the wide and sweeping lawns of the Academy. Though he did not climb them again, Josh stayed close to the cliffs and just followed part of the rocky edge until he was no longer near the lake but in a somewhat private part of the place where only a few students might witness anything that went on. He enjoyed his privacy. Leaning against a particularly large boulder, Joshua sighed and placed his hands in his pockets. He didn't know what he would do for the rest of the day. He might not have liked the Earth kids as friends, but at least he hadn't been so bored in their presence.
TAGGED Demi with Brett
NOTES I hinted at several subjects that might antagonise him ;D
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Post by brett on Aug 28, 2011 12:36:38 GMT -5
Brett was in an interesting place today. He was psyched, but had no reason to be. These were the days when he absolutely needed excitement. Oddly enough, he wasn't able to find any. There wouldn't be any parties until sundown, and it really seemed that he was in a shortage of friends. He'd randomly run into some people who he was friendly with, and maybe talk or do something with them, but he wasn't sure that he could really call those kids up and ask if they wanted to hang out with him. He wasn't really in the mood to see those kind of people anyway. He needed more daredevils in his life. He needed the kind of kids that would jump off a cliff with him just for the hell of it. It was that rush that he craved every day, and he especially needed it today. It just didn't seem to be coming. He'd have to work harder. Maybe he'd just go to a bar or liquor store for a while. At least then he'd be less energetic. Energy and boredom led to restlessness, something that was plaguing him at the moment. Walking around the school grounds looking for action wasn't really how Brett had wanted to spend his day, but yet here he was, with a cigarette in his mouth, strolling around campus.
Christ, sleeping was more entertaining than this. And why hadn't he managed to find anything interesting to do yet today? This place seemed barren of entertaining kids today. Brett would have thought that people his age with the ability to manipulate fire, water, air, earth, or thunder would be a tad more intriguing. But no, they were all just normal teenagers who liked boring normal nondestructive teenage things. Hell, today was beautiful, and there were probably kids inside playing video games. Maybe if Brett hadn't been as afraid of games as he was, he'd join them. But because of this semi-irrational fear, he was left to his own devices today instead of Sony's or Microsoft's. Taking a drag of his cigarette, he looked around the grounds. He should have just slept in today. Anything would have been better than this. Anything would have been better than walking around like a zombie. He couldn't take this anymore. If these kids couldn't show him some excitement, he'd have to bring it to them.
He looked around for someone interesting. Someone unsuspecting. With a smoky exhale, he found his target in Joshua Dale. It wasn't like they'd ever spoken before, or ever been introduced, but it was hard to not hear about every fire that betrayed the alliance during the war. Especially for someone as opportunistic in war as Brett was. He didn't even know what grade the kid was in. He hadn't seen him in any of his classes, but that didn't mean much. Brett wasn't in the most scholarly of classes after all. Maybe this Dale kid was a genius. Who knew? He just knew that Josh wasn't on great terms with fire or thunder, and that meant that he had an excuse to attack him. Not without fair warning first, though. Brett liked to make people think that fighting was their idea. It was more interesting that way. Approaching him, he smiled a vicious smile. "Hey, you're the earthworm lover, right?" he asked bluntly. Brett saw no point in sugarcoating things. He always got right to the point. Hopefully this kid wouldn't be one of those pacifist types and would get right to the punching. Brett would have hated to have to keep the insults flinging, and to keep wasting time in the process. He was always much happier when they could cut the foreplay and just fight. It was much more satisfying that way.
Tagged:: Josh
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 631
Notes:: I always seem to feel that my intro posts suck. This is no exception.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 28, 2011 12:59:37 GMT -5
Unlike Brett, Joshua was not naturally antagonistic. You were in for a nightmare if you managed to set off his temper but as long as you left him alone the college student could even be an alright guy. He didn't walk around with a desire to beat on others to make himself feel better. If he was that sort of person he certainly wouldn't have gotten one of the most friendly, genuine people in the school to fall for him, would he have? No, he didn't think so. Josh actually looked down on the people that used aggression as a means of survival or popularity at the Academy--namely the Fire elementals. What kind of an existence was that? He would much rather be left alone to study or to talk to people that actually mattered to him rather than swapping wordplay with someone. Thus, when Brett originally approached, he was wary. He didn't know the boy but with his rather unique appearance it was not hard to place him. Thunder elemental. He wasn't sure what grade he was in--fuck, he didn't even know this guy's name. All he knew was that he'd pegged him in his mind as someone to watch out for before Brett had even reached him. On the surface there was no change in his appearance. He acted as if he didn't even notice the other boy was drawing closer, wondering if he just ignored him if Brett would lose interest and back off. You had to pull Joshua into a fight if you wanted one, most times. Either by antagonising him or just by finding the right trigger to his temper. The latter was easier due to the fact that he wasn't too easily insulted, but as Brett spoke he knew this wasn't going to be pretty.
Earthworm lover? Of all the jokes and snide remarks he could have went about involving the Earth students, that was the poison in which he indulged? Josh wasn't impressed, but he was a little irritated. Why the fuck did everyone still insist in bothering him about this? The war was over. As far as he was concerned this should have been reason enough for everyone to lay off. Those whom Joshua had 'betrayed' clearly thought otherwise. He'd always thought it foolish that your element was supposed to be like some binding contract. That you were to be considered a traitor if you didn't agree with a bunch of people you might not even know by name. He'd never understood the unity of the Fire element--never felt like a part of the whole even when he'd ran the damned show himself. Narrowing cold gray eyes in the direction of the Thunder boy, he said icily, "I have a name." He was 'Dale' to most. He wasn't a well-liked guy amongst the student population and so they made their ranting and bashing of him less formal by calling him by his surname. This was fine with Josh. He didn't give a fuck what they called him. He just wanted them to give up this stupid bashing thing that they had going for him. "Seeing as you don't seem to care for it, I have no business nor interest in speaking with you."
Just like Brett, Joshua was being blunt, but it was in a much different way. He was making it clear that he wasn't going to immediately leap at the Thunder elemental and pound his face into the rock. Much as it might have been satisfying to beat the shit out of him, he was no savage. He normally wouldn't go for someone unless provoked. Did Brett plan on provoking him? That remained to be seen. If the guy expected him to turn this into a festival of insults and shoot back cruel or unneeded things then he had another thing coming. Joshua didn't appreciate hypocrisy and thus he tried to avoid it if possible. Besides, he would have had absolutely no problem with this guy if he wasn't Thunder and if he wasn't making it an important part of his day to bother him. He disliked Thunder by default and he really didn't appreciate this sort of treatment. He did not outright tell Brett to fuck off and go away, but the careless tone he used and the way that he went right back to ignoring him suggested this. He'd leave if he knew what was good for him, thought the college elemental vehemently. As a graduate and a Fire elemental to boot, Joshua already knew that he had an advantage. He wasn't afraid of Brett--wasn't even afraid of what he'd say. He just wasn't in the mood.
TAGGED Demi with Brett
NOTES Nonsense, your post was fine <3 Sorry he didn't say much--Josh is just irate and he doesn't talk too much when he's mad xD
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Post by brett on Aug 28, 2011 13:57:47 GMT -5
In Brett's eyes, pacifism, or aversion of any sort of fight, was self-righteous. It was just the person using their fear of pain to let his or herself know that they were a good person. On some level, maybe they were right. Maybe they were better than Brett in a philosophical, moral, or religious sense, but he liked to believe he was living life the way it was supposed to be lived. War had been around for eons. Peace only lasted a few years before another conflict would strike. That was just human nature. War wasn't really the answer, but it definitely solved a lot of disagreements. It was kind of hard to disagree when the other party was dead or afraid of you. Brett may have slept a lot in history class, but that was something he'd been able to pick up on. People would kill for a good fight. It was so intriguing that there wasn't just one sport dedicated to it, but several. Wrestling, mixed martial arts, and boxing were all events that people would pay to see, and were all just centered around two people who had no real problem with each other beating the life out of one another. Hell, even Canada's finest sport, hockey, had a few fights thrown in every now and again. It was what made it so interesting. Brett surely wouldn't partake in any of those events, because of the rules and restrictions, but this was his own sport. Street fights were the best kind, because he never knew what he would get. Sometimes people would stick to fists, sometimes they'd bring out their elements, some psychopaths had even tried to get into knife fights with him in the past. That was usually his breaking point though. Brett was fine with a lot of injuries, but when it came to things that could permanently disfigure his face, he had to say no. His looks were what got him by, and without them he doubted that he'd be able to thrive in this environment as much as he did. Without them he'd be a ghoul. He'd be all the destruction, but none of the perks. An ugly Brett was someone who just kept getting lower with no hope of redemption. He wouldn't be able to bear that.
In all honesty, Brett wasn't the best at insults. He wasn't a quick thinker when it came to those unless he actually knew something about the person. All he knew was that this kid chose some earth chick over his element. While he'd never fully admit it to this Dale kid, he could actually respect that quite a bit. Not leaving for love, or leaving because of some honorable cause, but serving his own desires above those of his element. That was golden. It was something that Brett would have been bound to do as well, if he had any use for earth or water kids. They were just such an awful bunch. Still, were Brett not bored and itching for a fight, he would definitely have given props to this kid. That, however, was not the case. Brett needed a fight, and he needed this to be it. There weren't many other options around here, and this kid may have been cold, but there was still some hope to get him fired up and angry. Brett may not have been the best at insulting, but his persistence certainly helped him to succeed in his quests for violence. The statement that the boy had a name was as good as stating that he could breathe. It was great and all, but it didn't really matter to other people. "Oh my god! Me too! What a coincidence. Two of us in the same place like this, what are the odds!" he exclaimed with mock exuberance. Sure, he was childish, but that was only because someone like Josh would probably hate that trait. "I'm sorry, where are my manners? Brett," he said, introducing himself. Of course he knew who the kid was, and Dale would probably have already realized that Brett knew his name. Otherwise, how would he know that tiny spread of gossip that he let out? Still, this way was more polite, no matter how fake those manners may have been. He was kind of just being a brat at this point, but what else was new?
"I have to ask you though, why an earth chick. I mean, I get the whole non-alliance thing, I really do but..." he said, actually in a more candid and empathetic tone, as if he was actually trying to befriend Josh for a minute. For a minute, he probably actually was, but the vicious side in him quickly showed its teeth. He took another drag of his cigarette, breathing out smoke as he spoke. "Her pussy had to taste like dirt, didn't it?" he quipped. Well, there went all hope of an amicable relationship between the boys. He knew that insulting a guy's girl (assuming that he was still with the earthy, and hadn't moved on to someone hotter, wetter, or more electric) was pretty much guaranteeing a fight, and while that was usually a low blow that he avoided, today he just wanted to stop beating around the bush. Today, he didn't care about the whole game of throwing mud at each other, no matter how fun that may have been most days. Brett needed this, and Josh would give him a good fight whether he wanted to or not. It was bound to happen eventually, so Dale would have been smart to stop wasting time, and start throwing punches.
Tagged:: Josh
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 943
Notes:: Well thank you. <3 And Josh didn't have to say much, it was more than enough to make Brett want to try a little harder.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 28, 2011 14:24:17 GMT -5
Childishness irked him. He couldn't stand when people started going off about something in a mocking or sarcastic tone as if they were five years old again and trying to impress their friends at the playground. That wasn't to say that he was always some mature guy with a complete lack of petty fighting in his lifetime but he didn't go out of his way to act like an immature dick. Brett, on the other hand, seemed to have no qualms with this. "Brilliant," he said with a complete lack of enthusiasm when the other boy introduced himself with that same mocking tone that he had used earlier. He didn't give a damn what Brett's name was and he really didn't care what he wanted so long as he was acting like this. Joshua already didn't like him and all he had was a name and an element. That was enough for him. "Piss off, Brett." This time he was making it clear that he wanted to be left the hell alone--glaring and all. He could feel a distaste creeping up in his throat and he could feel his ire toward the boy starting to grow. It might have been hard to piss him off without much stock behind your insults but his foolish attitude and obvious mocking were enough to cause irritation. From irritation was birthed true ire and then it wasn't long before you had Josh going for the throat. He did not have a distinct fighting style. He was not skilled in boxing or karate or any sort of martial arts. When Josh fought he relied on pure stamina, height, and instinct. Height because it could sometimes help to prevent him from being overpowered, stamina because it meant he could last, and instinct because it was the only way he had some sort of guidance in what he was doing. But that was strictly with fisticuffs. Brett? Oh, if they fought he would definitely be relying heavily on his elemental powers. Fire beat Thunder and he'd prove just how much it did if Brett was determined to give him the chance.
Where is this going? Joshua knew that it could be nowhere good the moment that Brett opened his mouth again. The moment he asked about Nell and why he'd chosen her over his alliance and why it had been an Earth student, oh, Joshua was already preparing for this to get serious. One thing that was almost guaranteed to turn a fight personal was any sort of attack on his girlfriend. Joshua could handle insults about himself. Most of them he could shrug off or dismiss because he knew himself better than he knew anybody. Telling him that he was a pussy wasn't going to hold much stock because only Joshua knew how much fear and cowardice that he was feeling at any given time. But this was heading toward rocky ground. The boy had taken on a sympathetic tone that Joshua saw right through--he had approached the place with an insult and he clearly wasn't here to be all buddy-buddy with a traitor to the alliance whether he put stock in it or not. However, Joshua was wondering just how far he was going to go. There was a warning in those gray eyes of his. Don't touch that subject, he thought. Then the boy continued and all thought of ignoring a fight went right out of the window. If Brett had been expecting anything other than immediate reaction he would have been disappointed for Joshua immediately closed the gap between them and swung out hard toward the Thunder boy's face. "Leave my girlfriend out of this, prick," he spat. You could insult Joshua Dale but the moment you dragged someone he cared about into the equation you'd basically signed yourself up for the slaughter. Josh wasn't immortal and he certainly wasn't invincible, but Brett was picking a pretty stupid fight right now. The moment he'd mentioned Nell in such a vulgar, insulting way was the moment Joshua decided he didn't care how much trouble he got into for this, Brett was going down.
The fight was going to be ugly. Joshua didn't plan to dance around his opponent and tease him, he didn't plan to fuck around and make fun of him like he did sometimes when people antagonised him into fighting. Altair came to mind almost immediately. He had been a real dick to her once she'd been dumb enough to pick a fight with him and Joshua had taught her twice thus far that he was not someone you wanted to be messing with. The second time had involved Nell. His girlfriend wasn't some delicate, frail little thing that needed protecting, no, but that didn't mean he was going to kick the living shit out of anyone that brought sexual insults and vulgarity into play. Not that they held much ground--Nell was a virgin, Josh hadn't changed that, but the fact that Brett had even went there was enough. He didn't bother to bring the elegance of wordplay into this. Instead, Joshua waved a hand and brought a crippling heat through the area. He felt the drain, certainly, but he hoped that Brett would be feeling it just as much. Let this little bitch know that he was messing with a college student. The heat would exhaust him quicker, Josh hoped. It was one of his signature moves to tire out an enemy faster than he tired himself because that meant he had an advantage before the fight had even really began. With that over with, Joshua conjured a swirling twister-like flame and sent it toward his now-opponent with a furious glare. I'll show you what happens to any low-life bastard that insults my girlfriend, he thought. He hadn't expected to get so angry with the boy, but Brett had made shit personal. Very, very personal.
TAGGED Demi with Brett
NOTES I think Brett found his berserk button xD
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Post by brett on Aug 28, 2011 15:14:59 GMT -5
It was kind of funny that Brett had really expected to have to try a great deal harder to get this boy to bring his fists up against him. It seemed like the Dale kid wasn't much of a fighter, so why were the fire kids so upset that he left? 'Oh no, we lost a pacifist in the war! What ever will we do now?' It just didn't make any sort of logical sense. Was he a strategist? Some sort of brilliant tactician who could end the war without even leaving his dorm? That didn't seem likely at all. All he knew was that there was bound to be a reason that the kids wanted him on their side to begin with, and he was determined to figure it out eventually. It didn't take much to pique his curiosity, and once he was curious, he didn't quit until he'd found some satisfying answer. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but Brett was confident enough in himself to affirm that he wasn't, nor ever would be, the cat in that cautionary tale. He was better than that. Sure, his attempt to figure these things out never led him anywhere productive, but production was overrated. Brett loved destruction, and that was probably what he'd find at the end of this downward spiral of insults that he threw Josh's way. It was sad that Dale wasn't emoting more. He wanted anger. He wanted frustration. He wanted to see fire in his eyes. Contempt. Venom. Rage. Something! He needed that. But his kid-like attitude wasn't cutting it. It would come. He knew it would.
Que the sudden throbbing on the left side of Brett's face. He lost his balance, and hit the ground for a second. He'd actually expected some kind of warning. Some kind of proclamation that the fight had started. Some kind of sign. Something to tell him that he'd better dig his heels in and get ready to defend. A punch pretty much covered all of those without leaving the courtesy of giving the opponent a chance to get prepared. Well, he knew that they'd started now, that was for sure. Propping himself up on his hands, he smirked to himself and spat out some blood. Okay, so this kid was strong. Stronger than expected. Either that or he was just so driven by fury that he became the incredible hulk. Brett didn't know or care either way. He would have preferred the former though, so that maybe people wouldn't laugh if they heard that he fought Josh and struggled - if he did struggle. It really depended on if the fire elemental could take a hit. Pulling himself to his feet, Brett readied himself for the next attack, whatever that might turn out to be. He was tempted to say something provoking at this point, but didn't even see the point. Usually his fights were glittered with insults, jeers, and sometimes even compliments, but this was hardly that kind of fight. He could tell that already.
It was fire. A fucking tornado of fire. Why was it that the flamers always had to jump right into using their element? He swore, everyone who he fought used their power as a crutch way too early in the fight. This was different though, he'd had fireballs thrown at him, but nothing like this whirlwind headed his way. And did the temperature just increase in this place, too? It seemed a lot hotter than it was a second ago. Like sauna temperature. That didn't matter, he could still pull through this one. He braced himself and attempted to dodge-roll out of the way. Thank god for that success, but who knew how much longer he'd be able to last. He had to say, this was impressive, but unfortunately didn't provide the challenge that he was looking for. Usually the shoe was on the other foot, and Brett was the better fighter, which bored him very easily. This was worse though, this was just an endurance test. It was all about finding out just how much damage Brett could take before he ended up charred to a crisp. Pulling himself to his feet for the second time in minutes, Brett rushed at the boy, throwing a hook in the direction of his ribcage. He may not have had the elemental advantage, but he'd prove the brute strength could surpass all the things this school had taught the kids.
Tagged:: Josh
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 746
Notes:: Words cannot define Brett's stupidity.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 28, 2011 16:20:00 GMT -5
There was nothing elegant or poetic about this fight. There were no insults exchanged after the first punch was thrown, there was no purple prose to describe what was to come. There was just raw fury and anger and a desire for revenge. This was not alright. Joshua was not okay with this little prick thinking he could waltz up to him and treat his girlfriend like she was some object that could be tossed into the conversation for the sake of insults. He'd never really felt this fierce protective nature over anyone but Annabel before. He'd once broken a boy's arm once simply because the kid had tried to hurt his sister. Joshua had gotten into a lot of trouble about that and they'd even expelled him, but that hadn't mattered to Joshua. All that had mattered back then was that the arrogant scumbag who had put Annabel in harm's way was writhing in agony on the ground and clutching his arm with tears in his eyes. So maybe he wouldn't be able to break anything of Brett's or make him cry, but Josh was damn determined to make him hurt, make him suffer. See, the Fire elemental had streaks of good in him but when it all came down to it he was hardly a pleasant person. This raw rage that surged through his veins was the exact reason why he was always so surprised that Nell could even tolerate being around him after all of this time. He was not like her. He was no saint. This was another one of the many reasons why it infuriated him so much that Brett dragged her into this. Insult Joshua all you want but insult those that didn't deserve it and he would have something to say.
The crack of his fist against the Thunder boy's face was almost satisfying, but not quite. He felt the pain in his hand from the force of the punch but a quick and experimental flex of his fingers revealed his hand to be intact and not shattered. He remembered how Asha had once broken her hand defending the one she'd fallen for and the thought was almost funny in the most twisted of ways. However, Joshua did not laugh. He was not in a good mood right now enough to take delight in these small pleasures. Brett was able to dodge out the way of Joshua's flaming tornado of fire, something that infuriated him for a moment. I'll show him. It didn't matter that he'd missed once. That was all water under the bridge the moment it had happened. Joshua was most definitely a strategist in a fight, using a combination of wit and elemental control to try and win out. Sometimes this failed, as with Jacob in the hallway after Joshua had went for the boy's sister. He'd really gotten his ass handed to him then--thank goodness that hadn't gotten spread to the school. That had been a personal skirmish, a personal issue. This would spread. Despite not a lot of people being near the area, Josh figured those that were might talk. Fights were always a big deal in the Academy. Josh'd never understood it himself. He knew the Fire element just didn't want to lose him because if he was anything, it was ruthless. If he had elemental advantage it was hard to make him give up without a fight. Brett had picked a fight with the wrong guy.
The fact that Brett had to rush him in order to attack him gave Joshua a few split seconds to prepare. He did not dodge--no, there would not be enough time for that. Instead, Joshua merely braced himself and 'blocked' the blow with his shoulder instead of allowing it to hit his ribs. He didn't want anything broken. It hurt quite a bit and made the older Fire elemental clenched his teeth, but it hardly would have made him go down. Josh wouldn't go down in a single hit. Hell, no, it was going to take a lot more than this to put him out of commission. In order to keep the ball in his court, a wall of flame erupted between them. It did nothing to harm Brett at first--instead, it was a barrier preventing him from advancing as Joshua backed up. But then he flicked his wrist and the wall of fire vanished just as a tongue of flame shot directly toward his opponent, opening out into an impressive explosion as it got close. He hadn't really been aiming anywhere in particular. Joshua was trying to wear Brett down a little before he went in for finishing touches. This shouldn't take long, he thought. He could feel the anger pulsing through his veins and giving him the determination he needed to see this through. Soon. He wouldn't drag this out for longer than it really needed to be dragged out. Soon, he would make his move. But not yet. He said nothing, letting his element speak for him in their silent fight.
TAGGED Demi with Brett
NOTES Want it to be in my next post or d'you want to go a few more?
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Post by brett on Aug 28, 2011 22:32:27 GMT -5
Rage in itself was poetic in Brett's mind. It was raw power. Something that many people tended to bottle up or push down as much as possible. Not Brett though, he knew better than to let himself carry all of his anger all of the time. It was a fool's move. Something that many people would do, and something would really shorten someone's lifespan. Though Brett didn't really want to live so long, he was more than happy not crippling himself in the future if for some reason he decided that he wanted to change his mind. Hell, for all he knew there might have been something worth his time right around the corner, something that he would've been happy to live for. It didn't seem likely though. To Brett, this was what life was about: fighting and seeking adventure. In fact, this fight could have been a metaphor for life. Brett was getting tossed around the grounds by a kid who was probably a lot stronger, and maybe older than Brett, and life was the same way sometimes. He wasn't exactly sure where the fire tornado fit into the whole thing, but it wasn't something he cared much about figuring out. After all, literature was not his strong suit, and his sense of poetry was severely warped.
Brett had been smacked around quite a bit in his seventeen years on this earth. It really wasn't uncommon for some sort of blow to his face, but it was surprising that one could take him off of his feet like that. He blamed it on the lack of preparation, but he thought that his seeking to start a fight was preparation enough. It may have been weird to keep his hands raised to defend his face while throwing insults around, but it wouldn't have been the worst idea in the world. The least that Brett could have done was dig his feet into the dirt. He could have at least prepared to be hit. He should have expected something. Maybe he did. Maybe he did all of those things and the Dale kid was just better than he was. Even so, Brett was determined to put up a good fight, regardless of whether he'd win or lose. It was the battle that counted, not the victor. As long as he didn't totally destroy himself in the process, he'd be fine in the long run. It was all a matter of just keeping himself intact, and giving kids something to talk about for the next week or so. While Brett didn't like to partake in gossip, he was definitely fond of being mentioned. That was Brett, an attention whore in the best and worst of times. It helped to think that he was working toward something, even though he'd started this for fun. The goal was often decided upon later, but it would always drive him to the finish. But really, did the sun explode or something? What was the temperature out here? Because it felt like he'd entered the gates of hell. Sweating like a pig, he wasn't sure how much more energy he'd be able to muster for the rest of this battle.
When Brett's fist collided with something, Brett was pleased. When he found out that he was off target, he was pissed as all hell. He needed to get better at this. He threw up his other fist in an attempt to at least get one solid hit to the boy's face before the wall of fire separated them. Staring up at the crimson divider placed between the boys, Brett swallowed a combination or blood and saliva in a worried gulp. It was really frightening to think that he'd managed to pick a fight with the kid who made fire his bitch. Curiosity killed the cat, that was for damn sure. Brett was quickly realizing that he never really got satisfaction from being curious, just more injuries, and this fight may have taken the cake. Another manifestation of fire shot toward him, and Brett actually managed to dodge that one as well, though singing the hairs off of his left arm in the process. These were very close calls, and he didn't know how much more he could take. At this point he was running on fumes, and Dale could pretty much do whatever he wanted to him.
Tagged:: Josh
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 730
Notes:: Feel free to throw it in the next one. Brett can't take much more anyway.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 29, 2011 1:53:51 GMT -5
Whilst he was able to dodge the punch to his ribs--somewhat--the fist to his face made contact. He had flinched back slightly when he'd seen it coming and it certainly prevented anything from breaking upon impact, but he could still feel the pain. Protected by his crackling wall of flames, Joshua put a hand to the side of his face and worked his jaw. Son of a bitch. Of course it was painful but again he didn't plan to go down that quick. Instead he merely thought for a moment about how that might leave a mark in the morning before he set to work on dropping his hand and flicking his wrist to disperse the wall. It was rather elegant as it shifted sideways and then curled into itself before disappearing into a momentary cloud of wispy smoke. Joshua may not have been very poetic himself but there was a beauty to his element that he could certainly appreciate. It was raw and it was powerful. Fire was an offensive gift that did more damage that it did good and that was why you had to learn to master it, to control it. It was not the sort of beauty that one would see in Earth--they could not create rare hybrids of plants or weave things from vines. No, instead they could use their gift to harm or to protect from harm. Right now his only desire was to make Brett feel as much pain as physically possible. He didn't care if he got in trouble for this. Brett could whine to the teacher and tattle on him all he wanted--would he? There were some (Joshua included) that did not bother with such childish endeavours. If you picked a fight it was in the Fire elemental's strong beliefs that you should finish it and deal with it no matter the outcome.
He missed again and this didn't please Joshua very much. Narrowing his gray eyes in a cold sort of determination he glared at Brett whilst breathing a little hard. He was not exhausted and wasn't even really wearing down by this point; college skills and an elemental advantage was working in his favour. He had known this would likely be the outcome from the very start. If Brett had been a Water elemental this would have been more difficult--victory would have depended on Brett's grade--and perhaps even if he was Wind he may have worn down a little less quickly, but this was in his court. Getting tired, Brett? he thought to himself. He didn't bother mocking him aloud. Sometimes Josh would allow his sneering and jeering to leave his lips in order to further infuriate his opponent but right now all the Fire graduate fancied doing was taking him down. His shoulder was aching and his face perhaps a little more painful but compared to Brett he was in good shape. It was likely the heat that was wearing the Thunder elemental down. It took energy for Joshua to originally generate heat but as long as it kept the opponent wearing down and Josh kept the fight in his favour then it did more harm than good. With a careful motion, a shimmering wall of much more intense heat was formed between them. It was meant for protection and to stop Brett from going for him again as he decided what to do. Almost invisible, it was only made obvious by the fact that the air around it seemed to swelter and it pulsed with an intense warmth the likes of which no one in their right mind would cross.
Huh. Actually felt that one. Because he was using heat and this was college-level stuff, Joshua felt more of a substantial drain. He had actually planned to disperse it just as he had the wall of pure flames and then just attack, but instead Josh decided on a different approach. Taking careful steps back until there was enough distance that he would be prepared if Brett ran at him, Joshua started to shift and to manipulate the shimmering wall. It was much more difficult to take control of heat than it was of flame, but the Fire elemental was determined. Twisting it into a rope-like shape that was almost as thick as his arm around, Joshua manipulated it to twist and to tease. He also increased the heat around it so that it was harder to tell exactly where it was coming from. It's much harder to dodge something when you can barely see it. He took another step back and then brought the heat over in front of Brett. In a quick movement it had melded itself into a sweltering ball and then Joshua hurled it directly toward him. If it hit, it would be sure to burn the area around his arms and chest but nothing would catch fire--sort of like getting a burn with scalding water, only it was actual heat instead of a heated substance. Breathing hard and scowling, Joshua lowered his arm once he was done and shook his head. "You're out of your league," he said. "Don't mess with me again." He also wouldn't tolerate this prick using Nell as the catalyst for Joshua's anger issues. "And for the record," he added in a bit of a sneer, "the only reason you don't know what an Earth student's pussy tastes like is because none of them would be stupid enough to sleep with you." Having said his piece, Joshua just rolled his eyes and walked away. He had no reason to stick around.
TAGGED Demi with Brett
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Post by brett on Aug 29, 2011 12:28:12 GMT -5
At least Brett had managed to get one solid hit to his opponent's face. Maybe there was hope for this yet. All he needed to do was use distractions. He just needed to manipulate, pull some strings, and hit while Josh thought he was going elsewhere. He just needed to use as much speed as possible. If he could do that, he'd be fine. He just needed to figure out how to go about this, but it wasn't like he really had time to think about this whole thing. He was out of his mind attempting to even compete with this kid's fire abilities. Brett had never seen anything like this. Then again, he usually picked fights with the kids his own age. He had no idea what the college kids learned, and now that he was finding out he was terrified. This kid could burn him alive if he wanted to - and he definitely seemed to want to. All Brett could do was shock him a little, and he doubted that would do too much. He wasn't able to throw thunderbolts yet, and that meant that he was bound to lose a fight like this. He was outmatched, and he was beginning to realize just how bad that was going to be for him. Even if he was totally destroyed and humiliated, he wasn't going to rat Josh out. Brett may have been childish, but he was mature enough to realize that he started this fight and had instigated everything. That meant that he was to blame, and it wouldn't have been fair to point fingers or name names. Not to mention Brett hated interacting with authority, so he would die before he approached one for help.
Brett noticed that the Dale kid was breathing harder than usual. That was a good sign, but compared to his own panting like a dog, it was nothing. The heat and all the moving was getting to him fast. Why couldn't this have just been a traditional fist fight? He might have had better luck that way. At least then it was about strength and not education. Brett would never be able to battle anyone when it came to education. It was just beyond him. He wasn't a good learner, that was for damn sure. He hadn't even planned on going to college, though this fight was certainly changing that. He needed to be this strong with every fiber of his being. He had to be able to take care of himself no matter what. No one would have saved Brett if something like this were to happen out in the real world. He needed to be able to thrive without depending on others. Brett attempted to stare through the flames to see Josh's motions, but only ended up with eyestrain. The thing about looking through fire was that it played tricks on the eyes. Josh could have been doing anything, he looked like a phantom from behind the barrier. He certainly had the field advantage here. Brett knew that he was pretty much a sitting duck at this point. There wouldn't even be a challenge in hitting him the next time, unless Josh was somehow now blind or powerless.
By the time that Brett had noticed there was a something coming toward him, there was no time to dodge at all. He didn't know what to do, but vainly brought his arms in the shape of an x to block the blast from injuring his chest too bad. He clenched his teeth and let out a growl of pain as he staggered backward. His arms hurt too much to move at the moment. He couldn't fight. Falling on a knee, with his arms propped up still crossed on the other, he had no choice but to admit defeat. He was shivering from both pain and adrenaline, with his jaw still clenched to try and keep his mind off the searing flesh and the blood in his mouth. He put his head down to face the ground, seeing that his shirt was pretty much torn apart with x in the center, revealing a lot of red skin. He attempted to speak, led in with panting, he moved his eyes up to view the victor. "You're pretty good," he said sincerely and somewhat apologetically with a pained smirk. Sure, that comment would probably get his teeth kicked in, but it was meant to be a compliment. There was no way he'd be able to take back any thing that he'd said, and there was no way he would it he could. Admitting defeat was apology enough, even if he really didn't have a choice in the matter. He admired this kid in a way. He wanted to be able to fight like that. Brett wasn't going to make any promises that he wouldn't mess with Josh again, but he certainly wasn't going to in a long while. He needed to be a lot stronger before he could do that. He also didn't have any snide comments to throw back at Dale, which was a first. It wasn't even about self-preservation at this point, Brett just realized that he was bested, and accepted that Dale was superior for now. Still trying to catch his breath, Brett was just trying to determine where to go from here. He may have been injured, but he wasn't going to the infirmary. He'd been humiliated enough already. Not that he really could move anyway. He'd have to take a lot of time to recover and brace himself before he'd be able to drag himself back to his dorm, that was for sure. At least he was still in one piece. One very charred piece.
Tagged:: Josh
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 957
Notes:: So last night I jumped off a second floor balcony and injured myself. Greatest thing ever for Brett muse, but it also slowed me down quite a bit. Which is why this post took me several very distracted hours. >.<
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