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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Nov 29, 2012 0:55:35 GMT -5
Hunter rolled over in bed. It seemed far too early to be up, but according to the light shining down onto his face, it was at least seven or eight o'clock. He groaned and covered his face with a crushed pillow that he had probably squashed to death during his sleep. He knew, though, that eventually the maid would come and wake him up anyway, so after a few moments of complaining into his pillow, he took it off his face and peered at his digital clock and read the time.
10:37 am.
Hunter groaned once again. He was up at 10:37? On a Saturday? He scolded himself for the sin he had just committed. Well, it makes no sense going back to sleep, Hunter decided. Not feeling the least bit tired any more, Hunter reluctantly dragged himself from bed and dressed himself, adorning a simple hoodie and a boomer jacket, and jeans. He looked in the mirror, and quickly passed his hand through his hair. Deciding it was neat enough, he left it down and crammed a beanie over the blonde mess. Then he turned to the skateboard situated at the very corner of his mostly-clean room, and smirked. Hunter grabbed his board and snuck downstairs and out the door.
Skateboarding. He loved skateboarding. He wasn't bad at it either; one of the better kids in town, though his true talent still was with parkour. There was just something about skateboarding that made life on this god-forsaken, pitiful excuse for a planet an ever-so-tiny tad less horrible. What exactly that something was, mankind will never know, though. But he had a pretty accurate assumption that it was the combination of the wind in your hair, the hyperactive music, the adrenaline highs that came with nailing tricks, lines and combos, the feeling of freedom and superiority and, of course, the respect one gained upon displaying a growth in skill and style.
Hunter grinned and pushed himself to go faster on the board. He cast a long look out over the open space; he was so tempted to just go plunging down the side right then and there, to really try something genuinely dangerous. It felt good to be going so fast. He closed his eyes for a second, feeling the slightest breeze blow across his skin, through his clothes. Coming up the side of a curb, Hunter grinded the concrete for a long as he could before shifted the board back onto flat ground. A simple enough trick to get his blood pumping as he violated school property.
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Post by crow on Nov 29, 2012 20:21:40 GMT -5
Getting up early was always a habit of his, regardless which day of the week it was, or even if it was holidays. Decides he always felt so ill if he accidentally overslept, like the feeling you get day after a drinking contest, barring the blistering headaches. He had spent most of the morning just wandering the Academy grounds enjoying the quiet time during sunrise. So far he had yet to run into a single soul, but truthfully though he didn’t take these walks because he wanted company; and given what day of the week it was Craig did not expect run into anyone until at least noon.
Planting his behind firmly on one of the benches the dark clad, figure who wore a hooded cloak that didn’t exactly help in blending in, sat in silent gaze just trailing the courtyard soaking up the rays of morning sunlight, the fading hint of dew in the crisp air. His silent reverie was broken then by a racket of a noise, or well it certainly sounded like a racket in comparison to the silence before. Getting up from the bench a twinge of curiosity loomed in the back of the water elementals mind the noise sounded like it was coming towards him.
If Craig had wanted excitement he would usually head down to the lake or maybe head over to the cliffs and explore the cavern. The approaching racket however had drawn his attention, but as the sound got closer Craig recognized it, not that he was very much a fan of skateboards in truth things that went fast was not really his thing at all; but he did admire those that had some skill in using those things, the thought of trying it himself had just never appealed to him.
The student who in that moment whooshed past him, indeed almost knocked him over was not someone Craig knew; truthfully he couldn’t really say he had gotten to really know anyone at the Academy; even so a small smile of amusement coursed over the waters face from the looks of it, this could hardly be legal. “You sure this is legal!” Craig called out voice not hiding his amusement, though he did not expect the other to hear him; not that Craig really cared much for rules to begin with, only thing he did know was that skateboards were banned from many places.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Nov 29, 2012 21:15:52 GMT -5
Hunter had been going so fast, he barely saw anyone else in the courtyard of school. Truth be told, he didn’t care if anyone else was here. As he went to pop his board into a nose manual when a voice called out to startle the Thunder boy. The board flew out form under his feet. Stumbling to keep from planting face first into the ground, Hunter’s arms jut out to find some balance. Unfortunately gravity was not on his side. Hunter fell on his side, crashing into the harsh concrete. Who the Hell made him fall out like that? He pushed himself up and brushed at his clothes to scrub away any dirt he might have scoffed up. Hunter pulled his pants up a little as he looked around for his renegade board. A few feet away from him Hunter saw what could only be the person who caused him to mess up. Scooping up his skateboard, Hunter quickly closed the distances between the two.
Upon further inspection what he was approaching seemed a little out of place for a school grounds. Underneath the strange cloak seemed to harbor a young man. Of course Hunter was no adult by anyone’s standards, but he was now aware that he would be dealing with someone closer to his age. What the fuck kind of person went around wearing a cloak though? Weirdos and dungeon and dragon masters that’s who. ”What was that Legalos? Or better yet, should I call you Harry Potter in your cloak.” Since no one else was around Hunter could unleash his rage on the fellow boy. He didn’t recognize his target as anyone he personally knew. The stranger had blondish hair and a pretty young looking face. If he had to take a guess he’d venture to say he was still in high school. Though by the looks of his attire, maybe he was home schooled, because he did not look like any student Hunter had ever come across in his three years here.
Normally Hunter had a pretty decent temper when he tried, but his younger sister was nowhere to be found, so his only excuse for being civil went right out the door. He could cut loose as much as he wanted into the kid without feeling guilty. Not only was he tired, but also now this little punk made him screw up. Two strikes against the stranger already. Time to wipe the smile off his face. ”Here I am, so please, what was so funny?” Hunter wasn’t at the point of yelling yet. He had just enough control to stay even headed. Right now he was trying to figure out what sort of person he was actually dealing with. ”Come on, my focus is right on you now buddy, so speak up.” His eyes stared right into the other boy’s as he waited for some sort of answer.
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Post by crow on Nov 30, 2012 7:05:43 GMT -5
A cringe crossed his face as the other boy lost his balance, apparently Craig had startled him. Though the boy didn’t seem hurt or anything, at least not physically but then in some people hurt pride is just as bad. Not that there were anyone else here than the two of them, so there weren’t anyone you could lose face towards. The water stood his ground though even as the man made a swift approach, coming closer the other appeared not that much older than himself but Craig made a mental note to the fact that he was the younger here.
Craig was perfectly aware that he looked rather out of place in that cloak, did he care though? No, not really. He didn’t care what others thought of his attire, on one hand though the skeptics should try it sometime, it was surprisingly comfortable. Gaze trailed the other boy from top to bottom in truth he seemed rather plain, typical of most youths these days, Craig had to give him props for blending in. The attempted insult had no effect however, speaking of; who was Harry Potter anyways? Fantasy literature was not really Craig’s ball game; movies were fine to a point… the books not so much.
Craig did well to stay out of the way of people, choosing the darkest back seat corner during classes, just generally staying in the background and never made any attempts to mingle. But he had been here for about two years so people may have seen him, after all the cloak he wore when out of doors did stand out but inside the school he blended in well enough. The annoyance of the other boy was ripe in the air, in truth though Craig could almost smell it but that didn’t really put him off. Although he reckoned this man was not someone to be crossed, not saying the water couldn’t defend himself if it got to that; it was just pointless waste of a good morning.
The other seemed intent on getting some sort of answer out of him, perhaps he’d do well in answering then? Yes, yes... maybe. Pulling the hood off his head, a tiny attempt at useless courtesy though he assumed his opponent couldn’t care less for such formalities. “I wouldn’t call it funny, I think impressive is more the right word.” Craig responded and frankly it had been impressive in the eyes of someone that could hardly stand straight on such a board. But in truth the only marginally funny thing about this was the fact that he managed to get the boy to lose his balance but the water would not ask for a punch in the face by stating that! So, no he kept that little tidbit to himself.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Nov 30, 2012 12:00:21 GMT -5
When the kid took his hood of Hunter was able to get a better view. Still, no bells were ringing on who he might be. Maybe he should have gone with a Star Wars reference because this kid was strange. His eyes were a chilling blue Hunter didn’t see very often. Regardless, Hunter was determined to wipe that smile off his face. ”No, come on man. What did you say before?” Clearly something had been funny to him before and now that Hunter was ticked off he was going to find out what it was.
Skateboarding for Hunter was more of a means of simple transportation for when he was too bored to take out his car. Hunter knew he wasn’t great at skateboarding. The last time he fell so easily like he had before been quite a long time ago. ”It’s even more impressive when I land it. Wouldn’t know what that looks like though would we?” he sneered. Hunter was winding himself up more than the kid had deserved. But now that he was going there was no way he was going to stop anytime soon.
The skater didn’t burst out on people often. His anger was usually small and bottled up. Over time the anger built up until he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Sure this kid had wrong Hunter, but it was his small spark that caused a whole lot of unnecessary resentment to come pouring out right now. In hindsight Hunter might feel a tiny bit made, but he was on a roll and had no plans of stopping. Through his pants pocket he felt his phone vibrate and his ring tone start to go off. Probably one of his siblings asking about where he ran off too. He had half a mind to pick it up in front of the kid and tell whoever was on the other line that he was going to put the cloaked strange in his place. ”Who are you? What’s your affiliation to the school?”
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Post by crow on Nov 30, 2012 12:49:16 GMT -5
What had amused him frankly to Craig didn’t matter much anymore, however it appeared the older boy was intend to finding out. Although part of him kind of liked this whole playing evasive, it wasn’t often he took a thrill to pushing someone’s buttons but this morning he might make an exception however he wasn’t too sure that older blond would be just as enthusiastic about it. The fact that he was perceived as strange was not taken as a negative by the cloaked water elemental, truthfully being normal; conforming to the unspoken rules of the world was perhaps what would net you friends and acquaintances; however such did not change the fact of how mind numbingly boring that was.
Craig shifted in his tracks watching this boy, although he didn’t have a smile plastered on his face he was not as annoyed as the other was seemingly getting. The sneer caused him to blink in response, “Such hostility!” The water feinted surprise, voice lined with light sarcasm perhaps he should humor the older boy and repeat what he had said earlier but, this whole thing was entertaining. The moment was shaken a little by the quite whirring of a cellphone which caught Craig’s attention and seemingly that of its owner but strangely enough the call wasn’t answered. Was it that important to get this answer? Or was it something else that made him keep the elders attention? It certainly wasn’t good will though, that was palpable.
Part of him couldn’t help but feel as if he had over stepped his bounds according to the other blond, and was about to get shown just where in hierarchy he belonged. Ice blue eyes stared back at the beanie wearing elder, words soon enough broke the silence that settled between them. “Who are you?” Craig retorted, shooting half of the question back at the other man. As far as affiliation went Craig had never actually gone in depth into what all these alliances were about, he knew who was allies and who were potential foes which basically translated into who you could hang around and who to avoid like the plague… unless you wanted to tempt fate that is.
“Name’s Craig.” He responded then, finding it due to answer at least part of the question, he didn’t want to poke too hard that could after all end badly for him, gloved hands shoving into his jacket pockets.
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 1, 2012 19:39:24 GMT -5
Hunter clenched his jaw shut to hold back the barrage on insults that threatened to escape. Hostile wasn’t even close to what Hunter was feeling. Irritated, yes. Hostile, not so much. ”Kid you haven’t seen anything yet.” Sure the boy wasn’t younger than Hunter by a landslide, but any name that pushed him down a peg worked for the Thunder. One time Hunter went into a blind rage simply because someone had insulted his mother. It was an extreme measure, but no one messes with his family. Even the ones who didn’t like Hunter. He was a loyal teenager to those he loved and would go against his usual stoic ways and let it all out. His enemies never underestimated him ever again. The way this guy carried himself and acted was as close to an enemy as he could get. Hunter valued directness in his life. No bull shitting, joking, or dancing around the subject for him.
Craig huh. Well then, Craig just earned himself a serious enemy. How many questions had the boy avoided now? Hunter wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. ”You have a serious problem you know that Craig? Either you have selective hearing or you’re too stupid to answer my questions. I wish it was the second option because then I wouldn’t have a good enough reason to be so pissed at you.” He literally lost it when the guy asked him for his own name. He doesn’t get to ask questions until he stops avoiding Hunter. How bad would it be if he just went in and hit the stupid kid? That smile was like adding salt to the wound. He wanted to see Craig made an example off.
Dropping his board, Hunter went to grab at Craig’s collar. Gripping with clothes with as much force as he could, he pushed forward until Craig was seated on the bench once more. ”My name’s Hunter. A Thunder student who is going to kick the ever living piss out of you if you don’t cut it buddy.” He leaned in close as he glared at Craig. ”Cut the shit and answer my questions. Who are you aligned with and what the fuck did you saw earlier.” Hunter let go of Craig’s collar, but lingered in his personal bubble until he heard him speak up. ”If I hear anything else other than an answer I’m going to shock you so bad.”
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Post by crow on Dec 2, 2012 12:05:11 GMT -5
The tension in the air was almost tangible, although in truth it was all this, Hunter’s fault though for allowing himself to get riled up like this. In the back of his mind Craig was pondering just how much further he should try his luck with this guy, from the looks of things it could end badly. “Do I now?”
[/color] He spoke lowly, a brow inched as he was claimed to have a serious problem, but before he could put up as much as retort to the following words as he felt his collar getting grabbed and was rather swiftly forced back onto the bench with a forceful shove from the older male. As he managed to compose himself but stared right back at the glare he received followed by the growled warning. A thunder student that explained things… several things actually, “Now, now what I have done to you?”[/color] he scowled as Hunter claimed he would kick the shit out of him unless he cut it out. Cut what out? He hadn’t done anything! Craig blinked then as he received the reason for the man’s anger after all avoiding the question seemed to tick this guy off majorly. Craig fell silent then planning his next words carefully after all he didn’t want a nasty jolt. “What I said earlier has now lost both meaning and context and repeating it serves no purpose.” said the water student, not taking his eyes off the other man. Jeeze here he was explaining stuff to a person that would beat him blue and green over something as trivial as a sentence! Who was the person with a serious problem here?! “If it makes you feel any better, though I doubt it, I wasn’t insulting you.”[/color] He added through a frown, if that was why this guy was getting so worked up it seemed as if Craig had insulted his mother or something. “Listen, sparky!”[/color] Craig snapped, getting a little irritated himself now, “If you want to know my affiliation.” He fell silent then, a finger pointing up while a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth. “Think fast!”[/b] he suddenly yelled slightly above Hunter’s head was floating a blob of water, unless the other could dodge fast he’d get a bucket load of cold water in the head. This was a haphazard, last minute distraction on part of Craig to prevent any physical harm to himself; he had no idea if it succeeded or not but he prayed it would if anything it would give at least few seconds head start to run like crazy.[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] ------------ Craig's pushing it lol |
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 2, 2012 16:33:04 GMT -5
”Yeah, well your comment that somehow is no longer of context caused me to fall off my board straight onto the pavement.” He could have seriously been injured from the fall if he hadn’t turned at the right moment. Craig wouldn’t be so smiley and calm if he was handed the hospitals bills had he broken some part of his body. Of course the moment had past, but now it was a matter of principle to Hunter. Had Craig just answered him the first time Hunter wouldn’t have gotten this pissed off. Now he just wanted to cut him down for the pure sense of revenge.
Sparky indeed. In a few seconds this guy was going to get it. Standing there with his stupid smile, yelling at Hunter to watch out. ”What are you talking about-” Hunter looked up a moment too late. The free floating water came crashing down over Hunter’s head, breaking it’s shape as it drenched his beanie and rushed down the front of his face. Some of his whitish hair stuck to his forehead. The winter was not helping the situation as his head begin to get cold. With thoughts of phenomena fresh on his mind, Hunter’s frustration had officially turned to rage.
Fucking Water. Perfect, just what he hated the most about this school. These assholes were usually too loud, too over the top, and too comfortable in thinking everyone was the perfect target for their stupid jokes. Craig took off like a bat out of hell as he rushed to put distance between himself and the now drenched Thunder. Good thought on his part because now Hunter was going to get him. Tossing his drenched beanie down on the ground, he kicked down on his skateboard. Without too much effort he caught up with the runaway. Jumping off of his moving board, he tackled Craig to the pavement, going down with him. His hands picked up a few scraps from the fall, but it was worth detaining Craig.
Quickly getting off of his back, he crawled towards the fallen Craig and pinned the boy down. There was a bit of a struggle as he tried to get the cloaked boy contained. With one hand cocked back to deliver a nasty blow, Hunter grabbed Craig’s collar again to lift his upper body up a bit off the ground. With as much force as he could muster, his hand came barreling towards Craig’s jaw. Pulling back at the last second, the fist barely hovered over Craig’s face. ”You’ve messed with the wrong person today Craig.” Right now Hunter was surprised to have pulled back his punch. He wanted to beat the living shot out of him as his hands shook with bent up anger. He’d settle for intimidating him for now. ”I think it’s only polite for you to apologize to me Craig,” his voice was mocking in his moment of control. For the time being he had the upper hand. He decided to taunt the boy even further. "We could have had a civilized conversation after you answered by first question. Sorted out our issues and be on our way. Instead, you decided to ignore it and dance around the subject, followed up with you giving me an impromptu shower. Look where that got you Craig."
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Post by crow on Dec 3, 2012 11:51:28 GMT -5
The other’s potential for injury hadn’t really fazed the water student much; he reckoned those capable of using those contraptions would also know how to avoid injury. Apparently not though, or maybe this Hunter fellow hadn’t been taught those particular things! However any such notions was banished as all the water thought about was putting as much distance between himself as the thunder student as the few seconds given by the haphazard distraction of his allowed. In truth none of these things had been thought out very well, he was impulsive of nature thinking out plans on the go rather than beforehand.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to outrun the older boy, but at least he got creds for an attempt. Even if it miserably failed as he got forcefully tackled to the ground, a groan was forced out of him as his shoulder absorbed most of the impact onto the old cobblestone ground. Rolling onto his back Craig tried to push backwards with his feet from the approaching menace but alas to no avail as his collar once more was grabbed; he was trapped, at the mercy of the older boy. Unless Craig did something drastic he might end up with a broken jaw now but the running, pent up adrenaline and keeping that floating blob of the water in the air had been straining his stamina, not by much but enough so there was very little he could do now.
Not that he was bad at using his element; not at all, he was actually quite good at it. Closing his eyes as he waited the pain of getting punched in the face, the balled fist however never connected, nothing of the expected pain followed; yet he was still trapped. “I suppose.” He breathed at the other’s sneered words, staring up at the older boy who still looked like he was about to beat his face to breaking point.
“I am so very sorry.” He answered to the mocking words; voice lined with sarcasm a brief fake pout on his face. “Yea look at where that got me.” The water’s voice was plain a slight chuckle reverberating from his throat, shifting a little even if he couldn’t really move very much given how the older boy had pinned him down.
“What are you waiting for?”
[/color] Craig asked, a frown crossing his face after a long silence and still nothing happened, one student beating up another usually got the culprit in trouble maybe that was what stayed Hunter’s hand or even stayed the shocks that could wreck his form any moment.[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 4, 2012 15:15:54 GMT -5
”I suppose? Is that all you really have to say?” How stupid could this kid be? Hunter had given him a second chance and he went and fucking blew it. The resilience on this guy was past the commendable stage. Did he not have some sort of survival instinct? Now that Hunter knew about his element, this should prove to be quite easy for him to overpower they guy. For Christ sake he wasn’t even trying to fight back. That almost made Hunter fell angrier. No reactions somehow was worse to the Thunder boy.
He hesitated for a moment. What if his sister was here right now? Watching him as he was about to unleash his fury onto a person he just met. What kind of example would he be setting for the only person who ever looked up to him? A flash of shame crossed the blonde’s face. How big of a guy was he to just go and pound this insignificant water punk? That’s not how he wanted Grace to view him. He wanted her to see him as a good guy. Not some bully… This was no way to act to another human being. So what if the kid made him fuck up on his board. Hunter’s mom didn’t raise him this way. He started to talk himself out of it. That was until Craig opened his mouth again.
Screw what everyone else would say. They weren’t here to see how much of a weasel this guy was being. He was his own worst enemy right not. ”I’ll show you sorry,” Hunter cocked his fist back again. Focusing some of his energy into his closed fingers, he let the fist fly, this time connected with Craig’s jaw. He put as much forces as he could behind the blow. As his fist burst against the jaw he let the small charge he had built up lose on the kid. A few more blows couldn’t hurt. Hunter was so worked up; he couldn’t stop himself until he saw some blood. Slowly he wiped the boy’s blood fresh from the busted lip. Hunter stood up and down at the kid. His anger was almost disappeared as he looked at how pathetic Craig looked. He still hated him, but the urge to beat him up had disappeared for now. ”Pathetic,” he mumbled under his breath.
Sorry it's so short. I didn't want Hunter beating up Craig without you having the chance for him to fight back or defend himself. Poor Craig :[ |
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Post by crow on Dec 4, 2012 16:11:33 GMT -5
Even if it was a second chance Craig was usually not a person to submit to defeat that easily, he might shy away from conflict but once he was in one, he tried his best to come out on top. Though in this case however the odds where heavily stacked against him, Craig was aware of this which was why he did not waste any effort or energy escaping or fighting back; he was not exactly given much of any option to defend himself either so that was left wide open.
Craig had a survival instinct but he also knew that playing submissive when cornered sometimes meant that the beating received weren’t as severe, decides had he been dealing with a fire student the young water would’ve been more cautious with his approach and even fought back rather desperately; thunder’s weren’t as disposed to blind violence as their allies.
Exceptions existed of course but, still… even if Hunter had a temper and was not earning any good marks in Craig’s book, he did not believe that the older boy was capable of outright cruelty. “What else is there to say.” The blond water shrugged, either way he would receive a beating… better to be done with it than drag it out. As the blow was landed however the pain was not noticed at first due the rapid sequence of blows landed against his jaw however as the beating ceased so burst the floodgate of pain.
His jaw hurt, the salty taste blood was heavy in his mouth all Craig could feel though was anger. He rose himself up into a sitting position the moment Hunter let go of him a hand rubbing his throbbing, numb jaw. Craig was utterly silent yet he could feel the older boy’s eyes on him, but he didn’t raise his gaze to meet the other… not yet that is, until he heard the mumbled words.
“Yeah, pathetic indeed!” He breathed as he spat out of a blob of mucus and blood, slowly Craig got back up to his feet. “Do you feel good about yourself?”
[/color] Craig asked then his voice plain almost emotionless yet still strained with pain, his gaze did not waver from the other boy, a hand rising to wiping his still bleeding lip with the sleeve of his shirt. Nearly all the fibers in Craig’s body wanted to strike Hunter in an effort return that degree of pain or what worse, but revenge was only a brief feel good sensation, it passed soon enough; usually followed by regret, provided of course you were a normal human being and not some deranged psychopath.[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by HUNTER DOUGLAS ULRICH on Dec 5, 2012 13:43:58 GMT -5
The rush he felt whenever he got into a physical brawl never lasted very long. How people felt invincible after an altercation was beyond him. He felt a wave of guilt and shame. Almost like a dirty feeling that made him want to shower. In the back of his head he knew violence really wouldn’t get him anywhere in life. High school hardly counted as life though. It wasn’t like these four years were going to define who he was for the rest of his life. In a few days time this whole regretful mood would be just another stupid story to tell his friends about when he was bored.
Hunter watched as Craig struggled to get up. The blood he spit out mixed with some of the slush on the ground. Craig didn’t look so good after Hunter’s assault. Rightfully so. ”I feel a lot better than you right now Craig,” he shot back. God, everything about this kid just seemed to piss Hunter off right now. If he stayed around here he might go back into it with the water boy. ”I see you even look at me at funny at school and it will be so much worse for you Craig.” He was almost tempted to ask how the extra shock was on the first punch. He had put that in extra special just because he was a water elemental.
This was karma for forcing himself to be up this early on a weekend. The stars were not aligned for Craig today. Grumpy, tired, cold, and an annoyed Hunter was difficult to deal with even is they were the boys friend. Hunter flipped his skateboard with his foot so it was back on his wheels. Kicking off from the pavement he put as much distance between him and Craig. He needed to clear his head and being around this guy wouldn’t get the job done. Maybe he should just go back home and crash again.
Not quite sure how to keep this thread going at the moment without Hunter continuing to assault Craig lol. Maybe a thread in the future at the school so Hunter has to be civil (or at least can freely beat Craig up). We can end it with either my post, or maybe after your next one? |
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Post by crow on Dec 6, 2012 19:13:31 GMT -5
He was not in the mood to waste any more time with this Hunter person and he had a feeling the sentiment was mutual, perhaps he’d get back at him some day. Perhaps not, not that any of this mattered now, the thought of seeing a medic mulled in the back of his head… maybe he’d do that. Anything to get away from the older boy, “I bet you do.”
[/b] Craig scoffed, not really interested in wasting words on his assailant, a hand raised a rub his tender jaw it wasn’t broken just badly battered. The shock had stung but honestly it had like with most of the pain got dulled by the sudden surge of adrenaline, it hurt sure enough but not has crippling as it would’ve normally. The threat was received with an exhaled though, expatiated laugh from the water. “Likewise.” He coughed back, returning the warning, if something like this saw a repeat Craig would not hold back because of void principles; he’d defend himself, even if he was the weaker element here. As the older boy left, Craig turned back towards the school, intending to find a med kit or anything to patch up and clean his face. Maybe go and do something to forget this thing; wouldn’t change the fact that he had now earned himself an enemy, Craig was not a vengeful person by nature, not at all yet at part of him did want to show this Hunter fellow just what true blind violence really meant. Though that was just the beast urging for revenge spurring him, in a weeks’ time this incident would likely have been forgotten or at least any thoughts of revenge would’ve been long buried.[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] ------ We could always end it here c: And a thread in the future would be cool though Craig is as mentioned not vengeful nor violent. But given he comes from an abusive home, Craig carries a lot of hidden pent up emotions that even he himself is not aware of. I’d advice Hunter to be careful with this kind of thing as Craig could one day snap, and if he snaps he could kill or at least seriously harm. |
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