Nails for breakfast, tacks for snacks [xav]

[ged]

“Ok guys, last point. All we have to do is keep them from scoring and we’ve got this,” Ged looked over the group of freshmen gathered around him. Some guys his age refused to interact with anyone in a lower grade than them, but Ged didn’t mind. The younger they were, the more likely they were going to listen to his plans and ideas, and when he played sport with them, it was nice to not be one of the shortest in the group. He’d stumbled on a group of earth students, almost all ninth graders, throwing around a Frisbee. Ged had quickly poked his nose into the group, and five minutes later he had a game organized, teams chosen, and now it was an hour later. He knew the kids were getting hungry, and the dining hall was opening soon. Ged’s team was up by one, so if they stopped this drive they would win.

His stomach growled, but Ged spoke over it, outlining the plan. He sent two of the kids one way, another two another, and assigned himself to guard the person starting with the disk. “And, break!” he shouted, sending his team off to their respective positions. Ged jogged over to stand in front of the other team’s thrower, and gave the boy a smirk. “Ready when you are,” he told the boy. Ged knew the boy was going to go for Ged’s right side. Everyone did that, and Ged couldn’t blame them for going to such an obvious weak point. The plain black short sleeved shirt didn’t leave any question whether he had an arm or not.

“Stall one, stall two,” Ged began counting, and the other boy pivoted and turned to try for an open shot. Ged knew how to block even with half the reach of most people, and the other kid was new enough he couldn’t seem to get clear of the redhead. Finally the kid brought out the good tricks. Ged went left, but it was a fake, and the other boy threw as fast as he could while Ged was trying to reach across with his good arm. The disc went soaring across the sky, and Ged booked it toward the end zone.

Damn, that was actually a good throw. The disc was going straight for a tall earth girl waiting in the end zone, and none of Ged’s teammates were anywhere near her. He really did not want to lose. His stomach, namely, did not want to extend the game any more. Maybe no one would notice…Ged sucked in a breath, still sprinting across the field, and blew. The breeze lazily rustling the trees around the field sudden picked up, gusting across the field and up under the soaring disc. The Frisbee swerved away from the girl’s outstretched and waiting hands and out of bounds.

Ged immediately slowed down to a jog. His knees were complaining about the amount of exercise he’d forced upon them, but that was nothing new. Everything was fucked up in the accident, not just his right arm. “Game over; we won!” he threw his hand in the air, but then realized the rest of the group wasn’t nearly as excited as he was. He first thought it was just earth elementals being boring, but then he noticed they were all staring in one direction. He looked around, and saw a very tall teenager. The Frisbee sat at the boy’s feet. Ged rolled his eyes. So what if the little plastic disc hit him? He should know better than to get in the middle of a game like that. Ged jogged over to the other teen, who was built more like a linebacker than a high school student.

“Hey, want to toss me the disc?” he said, completely ignoring the fact that it was technically Ged’s fault the disc had probably hit or nearly hit the other boy. He came to a stop a few yards away from the tall boy, impish grin on his face. Behind him, the students he’d previously been playing with were already dispersing. They knew better than Ged what was about to happen.

[xavier]

Xavier was in one of the good moods. It was rare for someone like him to be content for once in his life, with so much crap going on in his life. He looked of the window of his high-up bedroom. The sun was shining, the sky a clear blue, and hell, he bet even the flowers were out smiling and whatnot. He got up from his desk chair to walk over to the window. He can't see down below, since he's so high up, so he couldn't see what was going on below him. Making up his decision, he grabbed his shoes and headed out the door.

Xav waved at people he passed by that he knew as he headed down the many steps that lead to his dorm. He wondered if there were any elevators in this building. He doubted it. This castle was old as dirt, he's just glad that they have A.C. He remembered when he first arrived here as a freshman. The stairs would kill him when he had to go up and down then. After a semester of that, his body became accustomed to the exercise and the climb didn't bother him anymore. Now he laughs at others, and himself before, for dreading the staircase. It was good exercise, and he needed to stay in shape for the ladies.

Thinking of which, he wondered how that girl Erika was doing. He hasn't talk to her since he left her dorm last week. It was a quick fix for him; he had to fulfill his urge, and she was more than willing to fulfill it with him. Apparently she needed what he needed as well, and knew it wasn't for anything serious. Well, that saved him some time and lots of crying, for her that is. He would usually pry off the chick from him. He hated the clingy types. And for some reason, they didn't get it when he said he didn't want anything serious. But, it's whatever. He's glad Erika got the message.

Finally reaching the bottom, Xav opened the door and walked outside. The afternoon heated greeted him immediately. Others that he knew did the same. He knuckled a few guys he knew, and waved at the girls. He headed towards the academy grounds; his curiosity got the better of him.

Xav leaned against a tree to watch a Frisbee game that's taking place. It looked like a group of freshman mostly, which made him frown. He didn't like freshman. They were stupid, irresponsible and always wanted to test him. He was well aware of the rumors that were spread around about him. Hell, some of them were from his own mouth. Some would be all ballsy and walk up to him, asking him if it were true. Once in a while he demonstrate the validity of the rumor to answer their question, and they'd back off.

So far so good though. No one has tested his limits of yet. Maybe that's the reason Xav's in a good mood. The senior reached into his pocket of his cigarettes. Plucking on out of the cartridge, he reached in the other pocket for the lighter, feeling nothing. "Shit." He looked down for a split second for his lighter and 'BAM', something rather hard him in the skull. He rubbed the spot and looked at the object. The Frisbee. "Fuckin' piece of plastic." Picking it up, he looked around for the owner, and the boy stood in front of him.

“Hey, want to toss me the disc?” was the boy's only comment. Gripping the Frisbee tightly and through an aggravated voice, Xav replied "What?! Where's your fucking apology? The damned thing hit me in the head." From the corner of his eye, he sees some of the boy's friends backing away, fully aware of what is about to occur. Smart move on their part

[ged]

Ged wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Xavier was over half a foot taller and weighed twice as much as him. His scrawny stature made him a red-topped target, even before the accident took away a large amount of his ability to fight back. Ged could still run, and though he wasn’t a coward, he knew when he was in over his head and didn’t care if people called him chicken for backing down. But Ged didn’t back down from Xavier, even though the other teen was clearly angry. Ged could usually talk people down from their anger, though when he couldn’t, he usually made it worse.

“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to mess up your hair,” Ged joked, hoping to lighten the situation. He didn’t know the Frisbee had hit the other boy in the head since he’d been too busy celebrating the win to watch the disc reach the ground. He thought it just startled Xavier. “But hey, you’re holding the winning disc, and I need to get it back to the kid, alright? No harm done.” He jerked his head and right shoulder at one of the only other students still hanging around. The poor freshman looked frightened out of her mind as she loitered several yards away, eyes darting from Xavier to Ged fearfully.

The redhead hadn’t been at school long enough to hear the rumors about Xavier. Even if he had, he might have been a bit more cautious. As it was, Ged was flying high after the thrill of winning, and the general endorphins associated with exercising. He’d hurt later, but Ged could still easily remember a little over a year ago when he could barely walk to the bathroom, much less play—and win—a sports game. He couldn’t wait to find out where the pick up soccer games were held.

"C'mon, dude, don't leave the kid waiting." Ged held out his hand expectantly. The short sleeve shirt he wore revealed a lot more of his flaws than Ged preferred, but it was a nice day, warm for August, and his jacket had been discarded along with his keys on the sidelines. Only his forearm was revealed, but that was more than enough in Ged’s mind. Little scars speckled the pale skin in the place of the freckles that so often marked redheads, the scars just as numerous though lighter than freckles. Those scars, and a few of the slightly larger ones that also sliced up his arm, were caused by the windshield of the plane. The little plane Ged and his father were riding on that fateful morning was not very up to date with the safety codes, and the windshield had shattered on impact. If Ged hadn’t thrown his arms in front of his face, his head would be as bad as his arms. A long, thin scar, slightly pink, stretched down Ged’s only arm, obviously of surgical origin. There was a reason he almost always wore short sleeves.

[xavier]

It was just then did Xavier notice the kid had a missing arm. Well, that's just fucked up, thought the senior. He had to give the kid some cred; knowing him, he wouldn't be caught dead with something of his missing. He'd probably become one of those people...what were they called? Hermits. Yes, hermits.

...And the kid thought he had humor. Xav just continued to glare down at the kid, obviously trying to lighten the situation, and failing miserably.

"Yes, harm was done. And I'm still contemplating if I want to give this back to you, that is, in one piece." He really did think about giving it back to the squirt. The logical side of him would just give it back, and end it there. But, thankfully, logic didn't really exist when anger was in the way.

He raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he wasn't cowering in fear like the rest of his buddies way behind him. Must be new here...Well, I guess I have to show him the Xavier hospitality then.

"Tell you what I'm gonna do. First, Imma do this," he broke into pieces the Frisbee with ease, and dropped them on the soft grass. "If you can put it back together, then it's all yours buddy." The truth was, he didn't want to really hurt the kid, he figured he was already screwed up as it is. He decided to mess with him mentally instead.



sorry it's so short >.<

[ged]

Then Ged saw it. He saw the other boy notice Ged’s lack of an arm. Saw the focus of his gaze narrow, saw the twist of disgust to Xavier’s expression…maybe Ged was imagining it; he’d seen reactions from everyone and might be projecting it onto the tall boy standing in front of him. Or maybe not. Ged was inclined to believe the worst about Xavier.

Ged’s eyes narrowed as the muscular boy started talking, threatening, really. The redhead did not back down, but kept the smile still on his face. Maybe the situation could still be salvaged. There wasn’t anyone around to save face in front of, even if Ged cared about saving face. He did not mind getting away from a situation that was so obviously one sided. Ged glanced around again, and noticed that even the owner of the Frisbee had, by now, made a quick get away. Oh well, that just meant that Ged could keep the disc when Xavier gave it back. That was the only reason Ged had stuck around to this point. He didn’t want to leave a decent Frisbee with some meathead if there was a chance he could grab it and go. Ged would have made a go for said disc if it didn’t mean getting within Xavier’s reach.

Uh oh. Had Xavier really just done that? Ged started at the loud snap of breaking plastic, hand reaching out as if he could stop Xavier, lashing out unintentionally with his power at the same time. A wind suddenly shoved Xavier back with enough force to make the nearby tree’s branches creak warningly. The pieces of the Frisbee took flight, tumbling over the ground for several yards with the force of the wind. As fast as the wind suddenly gained in strength, Ged blinked and it was gone again, back to the gentle afternoon breeze of a moment before. Ged stepped back into the loose, open posture with an apologetic expression on his face.

“Man, sorry about that,” he said sheepishly, holding his hand up, palm out, “Did you really have to break the Frisbee? It was an accident, seriously.” He’d probably already screwed everything up by losing control like that, but Ged wanted to still try and not get his face beaten in.

[xavier]

The little bugger still didn't leave after Xav destroyed his toy. The kid was either stupid, or brave. For him, bravery was stupidity, in this case that is. Everyone in the whole academy knew not to mess with the man, including the new kids. He knew that he gave off a don't-fuck-with-me vibe: He purposely perfected that overtime. Yet, apparently it wasn't going through with this kid. Apparently he was missing an arm and and brain.

He watched with satisfaction as the look of shock appeared on the kid's face. Never gets old.. Xav thought as he himself watched the plastic fall to the ground. The boys hand reached out as if to catch the toy, then the unexpected happened. Someone, the kid was able to blow Xav up against the tree. The force didn't hurt him: he was more shocked than hurt. He looked around him with an expression to show that he did not believe that what just happened, happened.

With that, the entire area started to clear. He saw out of the corner of his eye every kid who had a brain leave the grounds and towards shelter. The kid in front of him had enough balls to actually use his ability on him. While his hand was still up, Xav had the brief thought of breaking the limb in half, but then he'd have to deal with the aftermath. You know: expolsion, angry parents...been there done that. Only Xav couldn't get into trouble like that now. Not when he was about to graduate high school. Xav didn't think at times...but he was no dummy.

He felt his heart pump faster as adrenaline ran through his veins. This kid was going to pay, and a quick break of the arm was not going to cut if for Xav. He got out of his place and grabbed the boys shirt collar roughly.

"You had to do that, kid." Xav spit out in his ear. "You know, I was going to let you go after that. Just walk away, and pretend that none of this happened. But no, you had to go on and do that." He tightened his grip on the boy's shirt to let him know that he was serious. "Big mistake."




sorry it's so short >.<

[ged]

Ged honestly hadn’t meant to make Xavier angry. The wind gust had just…slipped out. His power had grown since coming to the school, as for the last several years, Ged had been unable to experiment with larger gusts for fear of being found out, but by stretching his limits, Ged was also forced to amp up his control. Sometimes, it slipped. Seriously, it made Ged feel like he was 13 again, and struggling to figure out how to do his homework without blowing it halfway across the room (not that Ged had spent much time doing homework for the majority of the classes he’d been forced to attend). Ged had wanted to avoid confrontation, but confrontation seemed out to get him.

It was reflex to put his hand on the hand gripping the collar of his shirt, but Ged resisted the instinct and stayed still. His eyes met Xavier’s squarely, with a cool, entirely unimpressed expression on his face. This was another thing that really took him back to younger years. Ged had been threatened by people a lot larger and scarier than Xavier.

The redhead’s mind flipped through his options. He could slip free and go for the knife in his bag. Ged never went anywhere without one after having learned a hard lesson on the streets when only a freak gust had saved him from disappearing completely from the world. But Ged decided against it. Once the knives came out, the situation automatically escalated to lethal levels. There was no need for that in this situation. The thug who had him didn’t scare Ged. Not at all.

“Please let go,” Ged stated, not asked, with a raised eyebrow. The breeze rustled the leaves of the trees above the pair, slightly stronger than normal, but Ged had a firm hand on his abilities. His hand was fisted at his side with the strain, and his shoulders were tight despite his efforts to relax.

“We don’t want to start anything, do we?” Ged asked in the same quiet tone, but he couldn’t help but let a tiny hint of mockery creep into his words. It was so difficult to keep his disdain of others hidden, and the muscle head in front of him was so tempting to laugh at. Really, threatening him? Ged knew the taller boy could do damage, the strength of his grip proved that, but Ged was still not impressed.

[[fights usually have shorter than normal posts in my experience. no worries =D]]

[xavier]

Xav's eyes met the boy's eyes. Stare against stare. He had to give it to the little punk; he didn't flinch, not one bit. That right there was respectable: Xav actually thought it was brave of him to not fear him. But people can be a little too brave, jumping into situations that they know that won't survive. It was sort of the case with this boy, except he'll survive...sort of. If you're speaking of still breathing, then yeah, he'll live.

"Please let go?" Xav said in a mocking, questioning tone. "You hit my head with a frisbee, then you push me up against the tree. Do you really think you're going to get away with it?" Did he really? If so, then the boy was a lot dumber than Xav let on. That, and the fact that he didn't leave when he still had a chance. He was willing to let the boy go after he broke the Frisbee. Maybe a few punches here or there, but he'd still be able to walk. But now? Now it was a totally different option now. He actually attacked Xav. Intentional or not, it still happened. And the older boy was going to return the favor.

With a grin, Xav let go of the boy's collar. "'We' didn't start anything, you did." Cracking his knuckles together, the boy continued. "But now I plan to finish it." As quickly as he ended the sentence, Xav's huge fist went flying as quick as lightning towards the boys face, making sure it aimed squarely at his eye.