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Post by blake on Oct 10, 2012 18:25:40 GMT -5
The sounds of the crowd was all but a dull little blip as Blake stared down the scrawny boy. Hell, this fight wasn't going to even be a challenge for the Thunder. The men around the two become like angry apparitions, their figures lightening in the dingy, waning darkness of the room but their voices escalating, as if becoming aroused by the scent and sight of blood. They have all become animals here. Blake hits him in the shoulder so hard it made him stumble. At that point Nick must have thought he stood a chance, and started to fight the Thunder back. He barely felt the blow, but the message was clear to Blake; challenge excepted. A hard slap crash, fist against jaw; against nose; against eye; against cheekbone, what did Blake want to do? Pain, he wanted Nick to feel pain. His fist against Nick's jaw; his fist against Nick's nose; his fist against Nick's eye; his fist against Nick's cheekbone. All pain.
Before he can even throw down the first assault Kat wedges her way into the circle and places a hand between the two boys. Again Blake doesn't take notice of the shove, but he watched Nick get pushed back. The moment Nick pulls back from hitting Kat, Blake goes back into the brawl. The sticky residue of the bar's floor on the side of Nick's cheek must feel great as he was tossed to the ground. A hand marked with thick, protruding calluses' clamps into Nick's scalp and turns his head over so that his face is in direct proximity to a gnarled fist. Won't be looking so pretty tomorrow morning. Nick tries to jab out against the jawbone of Blake whose now pinning the poor kid to the floor. Nick's head snaps to the side as Blake begins punching his face until he begins to bleed out over the Thunder's own knuckles. Blake feels Kat pulling him off of the punk and finally thinks it might be a good time to leave.
"Decision made; You're not going to be seeing him again."Blake smirks, though more like a grimace —not quite an upturn of the lips, but more than a line—, giving him flying tongue and cheek as Blake is the one to leave the club with Kat. People are either tragedies or comedies in the end. Just because you're life isn't written with the eloquence of William Shakespeare, doesn't mean you haven't lived a life of extreme melancholy or blatant humor. Right now as Blake stumbled out of Corrosion with Kat around his arm, bloody nose running onto her face and most likely white dress, he'd have to say they most definitely looked like a tragedy by any writer's stand point. "I swear to God Kat, I see that asshole one more time I will kill him." His words were slurred, but the emotion was clear. When they finally made their way out into the parking lot, less people seemed to be staring at the two teenagers. "He's lucky I didn't unleash on him. Is that asshole even like us Kat? Does he even go to the Academy?"
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Post by jordanxnicole on Oct 11, 2012 20:48:19 GMT -5
Kathryn's head was pounding, and full of emotions. Frustration, regret, hurt, and anger. Especially anger. She wasn't exactly sure which one to express, so her face showed nothing. Her hands curled and uncurled into fists, and she started biting at her lips so bad that it might have looked like she was trying to eat herself. But she kept watching, eventually wiping the blood off her face, and then wiping her hands on her dress. Red streaks now ran down the side of the perfectly white dress, and even though she knew she was ruining it, she didn't exactly care that much. Kathryn had never really liked the dress that much anyways, it made her look to skanky for her liking. No wonder Nick was trying to pull stuff on her all night. Passing a shop window as she walked, eventually taking her high black heels off and walking barefoot, she looked at her reflection. Her deep brown hair had started getting volume, and her mascara smudged a bit under her eyes. Kathryn was a sight, but at this point she didn't really care much anymore.
"Blake, you can't make decisions for me," she grumbled angrily. She didn't exactly feel like putting up a fight at that instant, but she wasn't going to let him go around and tell her who she could and could not see. She was too tired and felt too poorly to be properly angrily at him, so she decided she would do it tomorrow. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. I think he might possibly have been a thunder that graduated a year or two ago and decided not to continue school, or something. I don't know..." Kathryn trailed off. She was ready to get home and go to bed.
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Post by blake on Oct 14, 2012 17:55:42 GMT -5
”You’re not seriously considering seeing that kid again?” Kat was walking way to fast for Blake to keep up. The street was silent except for the clicking of Kat’s heels. ” He was all over you the entire night. He is barely an excuse for a male figure. Let’s not forget the part where he punched you in the face.” Had Blake been in a better condition he probably would have had the sense to ask how she was feeling or if she needed help. Instead he tripped over a crumbled up bottle and broke the fall with his hands. An upside to how wasted he was, was the almost complete void of pain he experienced from the fall. He tried to his best to get back up and brushed the dirt off of his knees.
"I don't see Dick out here with you, making sure you get back okay. If Dick was such a great guy he would be escorting you back to....to-" He had no idea where he was, other than following Kat, past the darkened windows of the closed storefronts. Blake’s feet stumbled over cracks that may or may not have been in the sidewalks. The darkness, his drunken state, and sheer confusion were not helping him at all. How long had they even been out for? The Thunder stopped every once and a while trying to find some sort of identify remarks. ”Where the hell are we? Are we walking around the ghetto?” There he went again, his complete lack of a filter showing itself off. Blake's hands went to the inside of his jacket pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Looks like he wasn't going to be driving back to campus tonight. He'd be up for the walk if he only knew where he was. Where was his car? He started to press the unlock button, pointing his keys in various directions without any success. "Shit Kat, this is not the way to my car. I don't even see any flashing lights"
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Post by jordanxnicole on Oct 15, 2012 17:40:54 GMT -5
As she walked, Kathryn put her hands up to her face, only meaning to scream her complications into them, not bop herself in the nose with the heels she didn't remember she was still holding. Normally, it wouldn't have hurt or bothered hurt, but it set pain up through her nose, into her forehead, and circled back through her jawbones. She moaned at the pain, and another drop of blood slid out her nose again. Wiping it away, she let out a big sigh. "I don't know what I'm considering, Blake. I'm in too much pain, and I hold too much anger at the both of you to absolutely consider anything right now."
She turned a corner, not exactly consciously knowing where she was walking, but she was just sort of doing it automatically now. Her body knew where she was heading, but her head was in so many other places at that moment. "Of course he's not out here making sure I'm okay, you probably scare the hell out of him. He's probably trying to clean his own face up before he can worry about me. You beat him hard, Blake. I wonder what part of him you broke. I wonder what part of him you didn't break! He only punched me because there was too much blood covering his eyes to distinguish the difference between us. And honestly, you shouldn't be worrying about me or not if he was all over me. That doesn't make him barely a man- I know you hook up with girls all the time, and you're all over them. I don't judge you and tell you you're barely a man for that. I suppose I should start now, though, huh? No, Blake. I'm a grown woman and I can handle myself- thank you ever so fucking much."
They started walking among rows of houses now. Numbers barely hanging onto the houses lined the streets. These houses weren't crappy or or shabby, but they were a much less quality than the ones Blake and Kathryn were used to. "Of course this isn't the way to your car. You're much too drunk to drive, and personally I don't think I'm in the best state of mind either. We're going to my aunts house; she said if I ever need a place to go her house is always open. She's out of town this weekend, and we're staying here for the night."
Kathryn walked up to a house, grabbed the key from underneath the WELCOME mat, and unlocked the door. "You're on the couch. And for God's sake, Gale, don't freakin touch anything. Actually- don't even move off the couch."
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