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Post by fayecallaghan on Jul 5, 2011 19:47:17 GMT -5
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Sun, sea and sand. It was a pretty perfect day. It was slightly hot but then it was Hawaii, what did you expect? The water rolled along the beach quietly, the constant low sound of the waves could be considered quite calming. It was one of those days where you can’t just sit around and do nothing. You have to be out with friends, having a picnic or playing football, or, in Faye’s case, taking a ‘nice and relaxing’ walk along the beach with her boyfriend. He was sweet. Something Faye didn’t care for. Sweet had it’s uses though; he was usually wrapped around her little finger. But recently he’d been getting more annoying than helpful. He was getting too into the relationship. He wanted to do things together; he was a hopeless romantic. See some romance movie, dinner with just the two of them, and now the beach. If he hadn’t been paying for everything, ‘like a gentleman’ as he put it, she would probably have considered doing what she was now thinking of a lot sooner. She had been drawn to him at first by his attitude; he seemed to have a short temper when he was around other people, and she had wanted to mess with that a little. But of course underneath that he was a real sappy individual.
The two of them walked slowly, hand in hand along the beach. The tide was going out, so they walked in the damp sand that marked the high tide point. He was staring off into the ocean. She was looking around, not even trying to hide her boredom. A walk along the beach; how romantic, that was what he thought. Faye, on the other hand, couldn’t have thought of a worse pass time. Sure, the beach was beautiful and there was almost no-one around, but if she was with him she wanted to actually be doing something. She looked at him, a grin plastered across his face, as though he couldn’t be happier. It looked quite silly now she thought of it.
Faye stopped, letting him walk on for a step or two until her arm stopped his progress, holding his back. He turned, looking puzzled. She looked up at him, her face a mask, not revealing anything. ”What’s wrong? He asked. She let the question hang for a few seconds. What was wrong was that she’d had enough; she wanted something new. But should she just tell him that? Or go for something more subtle. After a quick deliberation she decided. ”We need to talk. Truth is, the more time I spend with you the less I like it. You’re becoming too controlling. The films, the meals, and now this. We never do what I want. I feel like you’re smothering me.” The bait was out, would he take it? The irony of her statement was that for the majority of the relationship Faye had been dictating what the pair would do and where they would go, and only recently had he began to chip in. Intelligence though was not one of his strong points. Which is probably why she tired of him so quickly. He didn’t pick up on that. His face dropped. So disappointing, she’d been expecting a bit more than that before he gave in. ”So is this it? Isn’t there anything I can do to make you want to stay with me?” Ah, here we go, the bargaining phase. Better cut this off quick, she wasn’t in the mood for his promises of ‘I can change’ and ‘what if I…’. ”Yes, this is it. It was fun but nothing you can say will change my mind.” Her face was still blank. This wasn’t too fun either, but it was better than just walking with the guy.
Then something clicked. Something changed in him, and the short fuse ran out. Maybe he realized what she had said, maybe this was his standard reaction to a break up. Whatever it was, his expression and voice turned angry rather quickly. ”I did everything for you. I was nice, I paid for everything, I took you out, I did everything. So what right do you have to break up with me!?” He put special emphasis on ‘you and ‘me’ as though it should be the other way around. Now Faye let a smile cross her face. This was what she wanted to see. However far she thought his anger would go, it wasn’t as far as what he did next. The guy took a swing at her. He was quite a bit bigger than her, nothing special but then Faye wasn’t the most imposing person. She wasn’t expecting the hit, and it connected with the side of her head. It wasn’t too hard, but still enough to send her down to the sand. He yelled something else at her. It didn’t matter what it was, he had gone too far. If his change of mood was sudden it was nothing compared to Faye’s own. She leapt to her feet, and immediately onwards towards him. Grabbing his ears and bringing both his head and her own forward. Her forehead connected with his nose, making quite a nasty sound. And then they were lying in the sand, together this time. She hadn’t expected to floor him that easily, and lost her grip. He took the opportunity to grab her wrists and pin them to the sand by her head. She was surprised at him, both his change of mood and the extent to which he was taking this. It was much more than she had expected of him. It made her day exciting.
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Post by renardrodolph on Jul 5, 2011 21:16:25 GMT -5
The gentle waves lapped at the shore, the sea water soaking Renard’s feet as he lay there, wearing nothing but a pair of white swim trunks with a black lotus symbol on the right leg of the trunks. The teen stared up at the sky, a cut on his right cheek that was scabbing over, as he had gotten it a little while ago. One would assume that it would’ve been from a parkour accident, or that maybe it was some kind of sporting accident, but no, the wound had originated much closer to home, not that Renard would say so. He sighed, growing bored of staring up at the sky. Renard only stopped here to rest and regain his stamina. With this task done, Renard slowly pulled his feet out of the water, and slowly got up onto his feet. Wet sand clung to his back, and eventually fell off in small clumps as he started to walk along the coast, the warm air bothering him a little. Renard had always preferred the cold, mostly because he felt closer to his inner animal during the wintry months. Sure, it was a silly thought, but Renard relied on his vulpine senses and wit, and the closer in synch they were, the better Renard would perform overall. The young teen continued on, lost in his own thoughts, his feet covered with sand, leaving a trail of footprints behind him as he walked aimlessly. Initially, he never came down to the beach, as he expected that more people would be around, but with it being so vacant, Renard had decided to explore a little, maybe get in a good jog while he was at it. However, there was a slight alteration to this plan of his, as he heard the signs of a struggle further down the beach, and as he drew closer, he could see a pair of teens around his age fighting, the larger of the two pinning the other to the ground. Renard looked around and found that no one was around aside from himself. Good, he didn’t work well with crowds…especially regarding something like this. Renard rushed forward, sand kicking up behind him as he sprinted over, and in a matter of seconds, he was next to the quarrelling couple, and without any hesitation, he delivered a strong kick to the male teen’s stomach, shocking him enough to loosen his grip. Renard then grabbed onto the boy and tossed him off of the girl, watching as he rolled backwards once before stopping about 5 feet away from the pair. Not wasting any time, Renard grounded his feet, getting the proper footing he needed, raising his fists up to his eye level, waiting for the other boy to get back up. Was Renard meddling in other people’s affairs? Absolutely! Was this none of his business? Of course! Yet, despite all of that, Renard couldn’t help himself, as he wanted to aid the young woman, who had been in a very disadvantageous position mere moments before Renard arrived. It wasn’t because he was some shining knight, here to save the day, and he certainly wasn’t attracted to the girl. No, he did this because he felt that, if he didn’t, no one else would’ve helped this girl, and she would’ve had to fend for herself. Not that she was incapable of doing so, but regardless, Renard still felt compelled to help, and there he stood, eyes trained on his target, hands curled into fists, his body bouncing up and down slightly, so that it would add momentum into his ducks and dodges. Now, Renard was ready for anything this guy would throw at him, and it was simply just a matter of reading his movements and determining the right moment to strike. WC: 637 [/size] |
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Post by fayecallaghan on Jul 6, 2011 19:49:33 GMT -5
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Faye had taken a moment or two to consider the position she was in. It wasn’t ideal, but her legs were free, and she planned to make good use of them. She didn’t get a chance though; as the weight was lifted from her courtesy of a kick from off to the side. Her newest ex was lifted up and off her, thrown to the side. She looked up, partly in amazement that someone would just jump in like that, partly with annoyance, at the boy now standing over her like he was some valiant defender. She would have given him a good kicking too if there wasn’t still a fight going on. Looking to her old boyfriend she saw him getting up the anger still in his eyes. She hadn’t expected this to happen when she made the decision. If she had she’d have worn more suitable clothing. She would be finding sand for the next week or so. But, no matter, there was a scrap to be had, and she’d be damned if she was going to lie here and miss it.
Rolling a little way so as to get out of the line of the two boys, Faye rose quickly, as she had done the first time. But she didn’t immediately jump back in like before. She simply stood for a minute and watched as her ex started forward, rage in his eyes. Seeing red her mother would have said. That was an odd phrase. Something to do with blood in your eyes Faye thought. That was a strange evolutionary quirk that had developed. And apparently you don’t remember the actual fight when that happens. You’re just left with the results. Like nature saying ‘right, you’ll only screw this up, I’m taking over’ and fighting for you. That’s not very fun, especially since nature wasn’t the best fighter if this guy was the standard. He was putting a lot of strengh into the swings he was now throwing at the new arrival, there was no doubt about that, but he was over-reaching with each punch. If he connected it would cause a good deal of pain. If. He was more likely to trip himself this way. It was funny to see really.
Standing on the sidelines for a little, head tilted to one side as she watched the boys duking it out, Faye thought it would be fun to have two people fighting because of her if she had intended it. This random kid was kind of getting in the way, Faye would have liked to put the boy in his place herself, but still, she could enjoy the show for a bit before getting into it herself. Her ex aimed a kick at the newcomer. Honestly. Who kicks like that in a fight? He was aiming way to high, above the knee. If you’re going to kick you take out their lower leg and their balance. Aiming any higher leaves you terribly off-balance and unlikely to do any real damage unless you get a good shot at their face, and really, who is going to try and kick someone in the face? Way too much energy needed. Honestly, what was this guy doing? He was like her brother in his rage, only not anywhere near as good. He lurched backwards, towards her. How did that happen? She hadn’t been paying attention. Either way it was a pretty good invitation.
Taking another leap, Faye attached herself to her ex’s back. Legs tight around his waist, her left arm snaking under his and round behind his neck, limiting it’s movement. Her right grabbing his chin, turning his head so his cheek was towards her. She planted a quick kiss on it, smiling in amusement. ”You’re so much more fun when you’re like this.” She followed up this comment by simultaneously grabbing his throat and biting his ear. The throat because nothing scares a person like being unable to breathe properly, and the ear because she just wanted to hurt him a little. There was sand though. Sand in the mouth is unpleasant, and she quickly stopped to spit it out. No matter what action movies may tell you, fighting in the sand is more irritating than it’s worth, sand gets everywhere.
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Post by renardrodolph on Jul 17, 2011 14:09:57 GMT -5
The infuriated young man had thrown a number of punches at Renard, but the presumably younger teen ducked and dodged around all of them, his blue eyes glancing around for an opening in the other boy’s assault. The older boy tried to strike Renard across the cheek with a right hook, but his punch was stopped short by Renard’s left arm, and Renard countered with a quick right uppercut, his knuckles popping with the force of the impact. The older boy stumbled back a bit, but swiftly regained his balance, and tried to kick Renard with about as much force, if not more, than his right hook. ‘Simpleton,’ Renard thought to himself, crouching and catching the leg firmly with both of his hands. Renard quickly lifted the leg; high enough that the older boy’s foot was at about eye level. Renard smirked devilishly, then delivered a swift sidekick between the older boy’s legs with his right leg, eliciting a yelp of pain from the young man. Renard then kicked out the older teen’s grounded leg, letting him fall to the ground and writhe for a moment before getting back up, a seething rage ever so apparent in the older teen’s eyes. The older teen swung again, only much faster now, more furious, as he had finally lost control of his anger. It was hard for Renard to read the rage filled teen’s movements, and felt a burst of pain surge through his chest as one of the other teen’s punches connected with Renard’s right breast. Renard coughed, the blow temporarily winding him, but Renard quickly whirled around and performed a reverse roundhouse kick, striking the boy across his left cheek and causing the older boy to stumble back towards the young woman he had been fighting with before. And yet, after all of this punishment, the older boy was still standing! Renard couldn’t help but wonder if this guy had an absurdly high pain tolerance, because if it wasn’t that, then the other male was most likely on some kind of drug. However, before Renard could finish this thought, the girl from earlier rushed up and jumped onto the older teen’s back. Renard couldn’t help but tilt a brow as she quickly latched onto him and started to bite his ear and grab at his throat. Her fighting style was carnal, to say the very least. To be honest, it would be hard for the teen to get in and help, as his punches would probably set the boy off balance and injure the girl on his back in the insuing fall. Renard paused, looking for a spot on his opponent’s body that would be safe to hit. ‘Oh screw it, if he falls, I’ll just catch him. He can’t be all that heavy…’ Renard thought, quickly running up to the boy, who was too distracted by his ex-girlfriend’s assault to notice Renard rushing in. Renard delivered a right cross punch to the boy’s left breast, and then hit him with a left jab to the ribs on his right. Renard couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten into a fight like this, but he surely didn’t forget the thrill, the pumping of adrenaline through his veins. WC: 509 [/size] |
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Post by fayecallaghan on Jul 21, 2011 17:58:14 GMT -5
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The boy had been putting up a good fight. He was more disciplined than her ex, he probably practiced in some sense. He was probably bloody proud of it too. If he brought it up afterwards she might have to test him. People who practice fighting in some way or another usually tell people about it at the first opportunity, her brothers did. He was doing well. It was probably because of that that she’d jumped back in, so to speak. She wanted some of the action, she also wanted to put him in his place a little. He certainly paused for a moment or two when she leapt on to the back of their attacker. It wasn’t long before he was back into it though; punching the other boy in the chest twice. That’s a horrible waste of energy. He wasn’t a bullet, center mass wasn’t an ideal target. It did occur to her that it might have something to do with the fact that she was in the way of most of the vulnerable areas.
The blows the older boy took, combined with the weight of his ex-girlfriend on his back, sent him staggering backwards into the surf. Faye wasn’t exactly heavy, but she had caught him off-guard. Add to that the fact that just as he realized what was happening he was assaulted from the front again, and maintaining balance would become difficult for most people. As it was Faye didn’t plan on landing on her back in the water, with or without him on top of her. The easiest way to get someone to change direction is to do it for them forcefully. Choking him would do little at this point anywhere. Faye hardly had the strength in one hand to make it effective and her other hand was messing with his left arm, not to mention holding on. Her right arm moved from his throat to his fringe, grabbing as much hair as she could. She yanked the boy’s head forward as hard as she could. Naturally his head followed, and his balance shifted, angling him back towards the other guy. Unable to see, he would have gone head-first into the other boy… if he was also blind. As it was it didn’t matter either way, her ex lost his balance from the hokey cokey he’d been put through. Rather than running head-first into the other buy he plummeted face first into the sand.
Faye had noticed the way things were going and tried to abort. But it’s not too easy to propel yourself away from someone when you have nothing to push against. She ended up half rolling, half falling from his back. He landed on her left foot. Her right was free though, and a few swift kicks to his side helped free the other foot. Faye scrambled away a little, so he couldn’t grab her. He was more concerned with wiping the sand from his face and trying to rise again though. Faye got to her feet quicker than him, and threw another kick at him as he got up, this time connecting with his head. Though she missed her target; his nose, she did catch him in the cheek. Hopefully he’d be leaving here minus a tooth. Either way it impeded his progress a little. Faye allowed a smile to cross her face as she glanced towards the other boy, then back to her ex as he stood. Maybe he was beginning to realize that this wasn’t going to go well for him. Maybe he was just taking a breather.
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