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Post by Jacquelyn King on Jan 29, 2012 5:23:58 GMT -5
In the empty gym, the only sound that could be heard was that of Jackie’s fists and feet colliding with the heavy, sand-filled punching bag that hung from the ceiling. Left jab, left jab, right cross, left hook, right roundhouse. Jackie said the moves in her head as she executed them, trying to keep her thoughts focused on her activity. It was just after midnight and most of the academy was fast asleep, but Jackie was restless this night and needed to release the tension that had built up in her these past few days. School had started up again, which meant more annoying professors, more aggravating students, and more frustration filling Jackie’s mind. She was thoroughly content locking herself up in her dorm room over the winter break, not having to encounter another soul the entire time. That is, not a living soul.
The ghosts came and went as they pleased, as they always did, and much to Jackie’s vexation. But tonight the ghosts of Silas were nowhere to be seen, likely because the medium threatened to desecrate the grave of any soul that dared to appear before her. Eventually that threat was going to get old, she’d need to think of another way to keep them from bothering her.
Left, right, right, left, left, left, left. She dealt several powerful blows, the gym echoing with the “popping” sound her fists made as they struck. Jackie’s fists continued to fly at the punching back; a jab from the left, then twice from the right, then left, left, right. Her breaths were heavy now, she’d been at it for fifteen minutes straight, but that was nothing. Jackie grew up sparring and fought with something nearly every day since she took up martial arts, whether it be a person or a punching bag. Sweat dripped down her face and neck, but unlike most girls, she loved the feeling and pushed herself harder. As she punched, she threw in several high roundhouse kicks intermittently, imagining the higher end of the bag as someone’s head.
After several more minutes elapsed, the time between each of her punches and kicks shortened as she gave it all of the strength she had left in her. At the end, she finished with a grand butterfly kick, her body twisting in the air as her legs flew up to strike the heavy bag. She landed with a huff, and then the only sounds were her heavy breaths and the chains that held up the bag protesting as it swung back and forth.
“Ahhhhhh.” She breathed as she collapsed on the floor mat next to where she left her bottle of water and her room keys. The water was a relief, but she didn’t drink too much, she wasn’t done yet and didn’t want to puke it up once she got back to the bag again. After tossing her bottle aside, she sprawled out on her back, her arms outstretched to either side of her. Her pulse was strong and she could feel it in her arms as her muscles begged for more oxygen. They would be sore tomorrow. I’ll rest just for a few minutes. Her breathing slowed as her eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling. She welcomed the silence of the gym and for the first time in a long while, Jackie was at peace.
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Post by Seth Turner on Jan 29, 2012 5:43:42 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
'Take a deep breath and relax. Let go of all that inner anger and anxiety.' The school had to be kidding. 'You can't lash out at everyone around you Seth, you need to learn to let people in. Life isn't as bad as you make it out to be.' Heck no. He was not going to sit there and put up with some overpaid idiot running his mouth about how he needed to achieve inner peace. He leaned forward and relished the feeling of power as he saw the shrimp of a man flinch away from him. The shrink was powerless, a requirement to be in the room with Seth, but it didn't make any difference, Seth could do damage to anyone with his power, if he felt like it. Grinning wickedly, he shook his head. "I like it bad and I like to be angry. Do you have a problem with that?" White as a sheet, the man shook his head, copying Seth's movements almost exactly. "We're done, yeah?"
With a careless roll of his eyes, Seth stood up and stalked out of the suffocatingly small room. After a number of fights that he had instigated and a series of incidents that had been reported, the school had seen fit to make him meet with someone to discuss his anger issues. A waste of time. Talking didn't solve anything. Just below the surface he felt the need for power, but he shoved it away. It had been a little over three days since he'd last absorbed anyone's power, and yet, he was still sane to some degree. If Seth could ever be considered sane. The time between withdrawals was lengthening, and for that he was thankful. The only thing in his life to be thankful for.
Barely recognizing the direction he was taking, he quickly found himself just in front of the school gym. The new semester had just started but Seth doubted that the gym would be filled with students. He'd been alone so much lately it was beginning to be oppressive, still, throwing him in with a bunch of supercharged kids wasn't going to help. Work out his anger, that's what the shrink wanted him to do, though Seth was sure the man had something along the lines of talking it out instead of repeatedly punching an inanimate object.
The sounds echoing inside the room quickly clued Seth in on another person's presence. That and the steady stream of power that filled the room. The tug of his own power became more insistent but he pushed it away with practiced control. A girl was resting on the gym floor, lying on her back after having pummeled her imaginary opponent. "Do you ever fight something that can fight back, or do you just prefer an easy victory?" He walked over, looking down at her with a smirk. "Because if you're out a sparring partner, you're in luck. I've come to offer my services." Not the best idea, but he wasn't one for behaving.
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Post by Jacquelyn King on Jan 29, 2012 6:18:20 GMT -5
Jackie had dozed off during her “short rest” and didn’t hear the sound of the gym doors opening. But at the sound of someone’s voice near her, her eyes snapped open and immediately formed into a biting glare. She hated being caught off guard, especially in such a vulnerable position. Once the boy finished running his mouth, Jackie rolled onto her feet in one fluid movement. Although she was thoroughly irritated by him asking if she’d ever fought anything besides a bag before, his offer to spar with her had somewhat quelled her anger.
“You sure you’re up to this? I’m sure that I’ve blackened more eyes and knocked out more teeth than you have, you wouldn’t want me to ruin that pretty boy face of yours would you?” A smirk formed on her face as she unwound the cloth that wrapped around her left hand, it had fallen loose while she was punching the bag. As she did so, she subtly sized up her opponent as she determined what moves would be the most effective on him. He’s so damn tall, I’ll be lucky if I can even land a kick to his head. Again the smirk appeared on her face; she was always looking for a challenge, this is exactly what she needed. “Any special powers I should know about? Super strength? Enhanced agility?” Jackie hated it when her opponents had physical powers that would make it impossible for her to even make a strike, but she’d never admit it.
By now her pulse was up again, her body knew what was coming and adrenaline was starting to rush through her arteries. She stepped back and stretched her arms, they were a tad sore already from her earlier workout, but that didn’t bother the medium. If anything it would make the sparring more challenging. No pain, no gain. “I didn’t catch your name.” She muttered casually as she stretched one of her legs by holding it behind her so that her foot was aligned with her bottom.
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Post by Seth Turner on Jan 29, 2012 6:35:10 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
"Such a tough talker, but you can keep the concern because I can hold my own in a fight just fine." He was widely known for the sheer number of fights he got into at Silas but it was rare that anyone actually reported him for something, letting him slide out of trouble just enough not to get expelled. She smirked and it was odd, seeing the same arrogance reflected in such a petite girl. Odd, but intriguing. This girl was someone interesting, separate from the usual monotonous crowd that he was forced to interact with. He was going to enjoy this. Maybe he should feel guilty, considering it would only take a few hits before he lost control of his power and absorbed her own, and yet, no part of him felt any ounce of guilt. It wasn't in his nature.
Seth grinned, eyeing her smirk, and definitely amused by her question. "I like to win without all the fancy stuff. It just wouldn't be fair, and not nearly as much fun as when I beat you without some kind of supernatural advantage." He raised an eyebrow, considering her for a moment. "I would ask the same, but I doubt it would make much difference." The taunt was thrown at her carelessly, as if Seth was truly and completely unaware of the things he chose to say. It was so much fun getting people riled up, rattling them and making them angry, even if it was only a fleeting amusement.
She got up and stretched and while Seth wasn't oblivious to how she looked, it didn't take much for him to ignore it. He'd insulted plenty of pretty girls and he'd charmed more than his fair share as well. This time, he decided a fight would be more fun than any other activity he could think up. "I don't believe I gave it." He settled into a relaxed stance, tilting his head slightly. "But by all means, beauty before brawn. I'm guessing a name like Sarah. Wait no, maybe…" He paused as if to think and then snapped his fingers. "Courtney. Gotta be it."
Waving a hand in front of him, he gave a mocking bow. "Do you need more time to warm up, or are you ready?"
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Post by Jacquelyn King on Jan 29, 2012 7:15:54 GMT -5
“You’re right, it wouldn’t make much of a difference, because I’m that good without any extra help.” Believe it or not, Jackie was thoroughly enjoying this. Finally a person with a backbone who could throw some insults back at her instead of cowering in silence. She generally didn’t take insults so lightly and by now, fists would be flying. But her mood was far better than usual this night, especially since a good portion of her frustration was unleashed on the punching back, but also because the ghosts weren’t around to drive her insane.
Jackie rolled her eyes as he began playing guessing games at her name, somewhat bothered by the girly nature of the ones he suggested. Her face wrinkled in disgust at the second. She knew a girl named Courtney once at her old high school, she wore too much perfume and had a voice so irritating that Jackie couldn’t help but throw her milk carton at her face one day at lunch. Before he got too creative the medium quickly offered her name, “It’s Jackie. And don’t worry, I’ll get a name from you, even if I have to force it out of your mouth once I finish you off.” Her voice was casual, as if it didn’t carry the obvious threat in it.
When he asked if she was ready, Jackie stepped back with a smirk, half tempted to knee him in the face while he bowed. Pretty much the only chance I had at his face, too bad. Her body quickly fell into a fighting stance; her knees bent and her shoulders hunched slightly with her fists held near her face. She waited until he was ready, then, without as much as a warning she went in for the first move. She wasn’t the type of fighter to wait around for the other person to strike first, she always made the first move.
Since her opponent was so tall, attacks to the head were ruled out unless she could get him on the ground. She learned early that merely punching an opponent’s torso wouldn’t get her very far, so her first move was a simple yet quick roundhouse kick with her right leg directed towards his left side. Jackie wasn’t sure how quick or well-seasoned her opponent was so she opted for the move that she could easily recover from if it was countered. Her face was full of confidence as she forcefully extended her leg towards him.
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Post by Seth Turner on Jan 29, 2012 7:35:43 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
She was so confident in her abilities that Seth couldn't help but chuckle, just a little impressed with how outspoken she was. There weren't enough people at Silas who were really willing to stick up for themselves, though he'd come across a few in the past months. Still, she did it with more style and flare than them, she did it exactly like he would. Impressive, if not a little overdone, considering the ordinary physical advantage he already held over her. A bigger man might have made the decision to pull back a little bit on his punches and kicks, to try and keep her from getting hurt. But if she thought she was so good, let her prove it, Seth certainly wasn't going to stop from giving her the chance.
Force it out of his mouth? He grinned at her wolfishly. "I certainly hope that's a promise. It sounds so… entertaining." It was obvious Jackie - a name he never would have guessed to be honest - had meant the comment as an insult, but what was the fun in letting the opportunity slide. After all, she had practically handed it to him. Too easy, girl, try and make it a little harder. She stepped away from him, and he only stood their, watching her passively. His hands remained loose at his sides and while he didn't assume any particular stance, he shifted his weight so that he could move out of the way as soon as she made her move.
While his height could be an advantage, it meant she was smaller and more agile, likely with better and faster reflexes. Still, he was stronger than her and smart. Having strength didn't necessarily doom you to be empty minded. Her leg came at him quickly and he stepped only just out of reach, only slightly startled by the ferocity of her attack. "A real fight then." He murmured softly, eyeing her with a new found appreciation. She wasn't going to cower away from him just because he was bigger than her. Perfect.
He feinted to the right with his left arm, as if he was trying to land a punch, but last second let the momentum carry his body in a downward spiral, extending his leg out in an attempt to trip her and bring her to floor. Getting close to her meant getting her off her feet where she couldn't jump away from him. To win he had to stop her from moving and pinning her to the floor was better than the alternative that usually ended in a trick leading to a black eye of his own. The strength of his spin would carry him back up to his feet if he needed to jump away, but still, he doubted his kick would land.
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Post by Jacquelyn King on Jan 29, 2012 8:36:16 GMT -5
Jackie laughed quietly at his innuendo, he was good, but these things never got to her. “Oh trust me Pretty Boy, it will be very entertaining.” The medium had decided that until he gave her his name, she would address him as “Pretty Boy.” Actually, she would probably continue to call him that even after she learned his name, maybe eventually it’ll get under his skin. It certainly suits him well. Now that she thought about it, maybe it was a good thing his face was out of reach, it would truly be a pity if she did too much damage.
She wasn’t too surprised when he managed to step away from her leg and she quickly reverted back to her fighting stance, bouncing lightly on her toes, ready to spring away at any moment. “What else?” A devious smirk formed on her face as he realized that Jackie meant business. From the sounds of it, the boy didn’t intend to go easy on her, which was exactly what she had wanted. For the first time she was up against someone who had the potential to best her and wasn’t afraid to be rough with her.
Reflexively her right arm went up to block his oncoming fist, and she coiled her left arm, ready to strike at him once she blocked his attack. But she saw his arm miss her by a long shot and realized that it was intentional, that he was already up to something else. She saw his leg sweep towards her, the kick was aimed too high for her to jump so that it went under her and too low for her to duck out of the way. Trying to block the kick would be futile, all of his weight was put into the kick and she would only get hurt if she attempted a block. Before she could react she felt his leg collide with the back of her knees, but even as she fell she was already preparing herself, twisting her body so that she would land on her stomach instead of her back.
Once she landed on the mat, Jackie acted immediately, swiftly rolling away from her opponent before he could pin her. Jackie quickly rolled to her feet, her eyes never leaving him, she would have to be much more careful than that. His move had both power and strategy behind it and Jackie was just now beginning to realize what exactly she was up against. She would have to exploit his size by being faster than him. By the time Jackie was on her feet and ready to go at it again, the boy was already up too, the momentum of his move bringing him deftly to his feet.
Jackie cracked her neck as she looked at him with a smirk, “You’re good enough to take me down, I’ll admit that. But it’ll take much more for you to keep me down.” At this point Jackie didn’t know where she would find her best chances of getting some decent blows on him. Standing he was too tall, but on the ground he could easily pin her and use his brute strength to overpower her. But still, on the ground was the only way that she would be able to get some hits in.
The move she had in mind was bold and was unlikely to lead to her success since he was so much bigger than her, but she went for it anyways. She swiftly darted toward him, feigning a left hook that he would have to block. But instead she grabbed for his blocking arm with her right hand and pulled him forward as she simultaneously lifted her left knee to meet his abdomen. It was risky to be within reach of his grasp, but the fight would get nowhere if she didn’t take her risks. Her hope was that he would try to take her down again, just where she wanted to be.
OOC: I PP-ed a bit there towards the end, hope you don't mind. If you want me to change anything let me know 
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Post by Seth Turner on Jan 29, 2012 12:35:21 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
Pretty boy. He'd been called so much worse that he almost liked it when she called him that, not that he was going to be admitting to anything any time soon. He only flashed her an arrogant smile in response. She bounced on her toes, always at the ready for his next move, for his next trick, just like he was prepared for his. "I have to confess, I was expecting you to have girly moves." He shrugs his shoulders but still watched her, knowing that any moment he looked like he wasn't paying attention, she would jump for the opening in his defenses.
The trick had worked an Seth couldn't believe it. He cursed himself for the moment of hesitation as she rolled deftly away from from him and quickly out of reach. His eyes narrowed at the mistake he'd made. He'd had her, if only for a second, and yet the window had been closed just as quickly as it had came, because he'd been stupid enough to not be prepared for if his move worked. An amateur mistake. You were supposed to have a strategy for if the maneuver succeeded and if it failed. She moved so gracefully away from him, completely warmed up from her exercise before he arrived. A small advantage in that respect, but it wouldn't slow him down for long.
He was going to have to step it up a notch if he expected better results. For every failed move, she gained information about him and his fighting style, how he ticked and what would bring him down. For a sparring match to be over quickly, it was up to how fast the opponents could assess each others weaknesses. More than that though, it was figuring out how exactly to best exploit them. And he didn't like how fast Jackie's learning curve was.
"Such a compliment, I'm sure it was hard to come up with. But don't worry, I've got a few ways of keeping you down." Seth winked at her, though it wasn't as exceedingly flirty as he had meant it to be, he was too focused on figuring out her strategy to be caught up in a battle of wits. His wicked tongue usually slowed when he was trying to concentrate and now was no different.
She came at him so quickly that he was barely able to throw up an arm to block her first assault. A mistake, he quickly realized as she grabbed onto his arm and then rammed her knee into his stomach. He gasped, though not from the movement, but from the sudden strain of keeping a check on his powers. Don't absorb… Three days, he'd been doing so well. With as much control as he could manage, he latched onto the power, keeping it at bay though it strained and fought like a wild animal against his check on it. He could feel the strands struggling to break free, to find the point of skin on skin contact and absorb every last drop of power.
Shaking off the daze that his power had put him in, Seth quickly twisted his arm so that his hand caught her wrist, reaching forward with his leg, he twisted it around her ankle and leaned against her with his full weight, wanting to tip her off balance and send her crashing to the floor. Not his best move, because if she managed to dislodge herself from his grip she could twist away and end up on top of him, with a high advantage. He was hoping that the impact onto the ground with his body pressing down on her would stop any of that, but there were no guarantees. She had proved she was agile and quick and he wouldn't put it past her to have some trick up her sleeve that he hadn't figured out.
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Post by Jacquelyn King on Jan 29, 2012 19:51:10 GMT -5
The more the guy talked, the more Jackie was getting to like him. She raised an eyebrow at his suggestive retort, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. We’ll see about that. After this was all done and over, she would certainly have to get to know this charming fellow, his company seemed like one that she could actually enjoy.
When she felt her knee ram into him and heard the air leave him in a gasp, a smirk of satisfaction wound on her face. She had no way of knowing though that he was affected more by his own powers than by her knee to his gut. Jackie noticed that it took a second or two longer than she anticipated for him to make his move, but when he did, she only feigned a struggle, fully intending to let him get her on the ground. It was her only option since it would require too much of her own energy for her to get him on the ground. Let him do all the work and get himself right where I need him.
When she felt his hand clamp down on her wrist, Jackie pulled, as if trying to get away, but was purposely unsuccessful. She had also anticipated him to try to knock her feet out from under her; she knew that he wanted her down, so down she would go. So she wasn’t surprised when she felt his leg twist around her ankle, but as she started to fall back, she realized that he had shifted all of his weight towards her. He’s going to crush me. Jackie braced herself for both the impact of her back on the floor and for all of the weight of her opponent on top of her.
Air rushed out of her lungs as her back slammed against the floor, and any remaining air was forced out as his body fell upon her. Her face contorted in pain, but she didn’t cry out. A strangled gasp could be heard as she struggled to bring air back into her lungs, but it was difficult. But at this precise moment, she couldn’t waste any time. Within seconds he could easily pin her in a position that she couldn’t get out of no matter how hard she tried and the fight would be done.
Still pinned beneath his sheer weight and unable to breathe, Jackie pulled one of her legs up between them so that his weight was no longer crushing her chest. She sucked in a sharp breath of air and drank in the sweet relief, her lungs burning for more. Jackie then pushed as hard as she could with her leg that bore his weight, twisting her body into it so that the two rolled until Jackie was on top of him. She wouldn’t be able to maintain this advantageous position for long, so she had to get a good hit in now. With his one hand still clenched around her right wrist, he had one less hand to guard his face. Jackie's left fist came flying towards his cheek, but Jackie knew that he was quick and could easily catch her fist with his free hand.
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Post by Seth Turner on Jan 29, 2012 20:14:43 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
She struggled but in comparison to her other moves it seemed weak, planned, like she was putting up a show to convince him to do something that she wanted. It dawned on him then that while the fight would be easier won for him on the ground, it also meant that she had a better chance as well. Even if she was smaller than him, she was a skilled fighter and that meant she could just as likely beat him as he could beat her. There was no going back now though, once you committed to a course of action like this one, you had to follow through, and Seth was going to make sure that even if he lost, he was going to go out with a bang.
Seth tightened his grip on her, feeling her shift and knowing that it had finally hit her what he was trying to do. He wasn't just taking her to the ground, he was trying to keep her there, exactly what she had said he couldn't do. For a split moment Seth considered pulling up last second, to save her from him full weight. But she had wanted a real fight and yeah, she was a girl, but he didn't throw a fight just to help someone else. It wasn't his style, and she would learn that soon enough, in fact, she probably already had as they went flying towards the ground.
The move had cost her, with pain tensing her body and keeping it form the limberness that she had shown earlier in the fight. Seth would bet she was going to have some nasty bruises as a memory of their fight. There was no amount of sympathy or pity in the thought, he just wasn't the sensitive kind. Her body was small and breakable underneath him but he shoved the thought aside, no getting distracted just because she had a pretty face. Sparring meant you got a little banged up, it wasn't like she was dying or anything, though Seth wasn't really sure what he would do if she was.
A few seconds, maybe less, that was what he was being given to work with. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind of how he was going to successfully win their sparring match, she twisted beneath, knocking him to the side and before he even realized it, she was on top of him and he'd lost the advantage that he hadn't even been able to use. His free hand jerked up to block her fist, but not quite fast enough, the blow glanced off his arm and still managed to graze his cheek and slam against the side of his nose. Barely allowing for a moment to collect his thoughts, his hand caught her left arm. With each of his hands hold onto her arms, he brought them down to her sides with force. From his position beneath her, he went to loop his legs around hers, to prevent her from kicking at him if he managed to do it before she reacted. Throwing his left shoulder forward, he struggled to gain enough momentum to flip them both over, so that she would be on the bottom again.
OOC: Sounds like a bunch of powerplaying in this post. But the most important moves (except for catching her arm after her punch lands and bringing her arms to her sides) are up to you on how they work out. Like if he manages to loop his legs around hers before she kicks him and if he can flip them over so that he's on top again.
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Post by Jacquelyn King on Jan 29, 2012 20:59:25 GMT -5
The feeling of her fist smashing into his face brought a wave of exhilaration over Jackie, even though much of the force she put into it was lost when he tried to block the hit. Before Jackie could retract her arm and go in for another hit, his free hand seized it, leaving Jackie completely unable to attack. With arms restrained to her side, her legs would have been her only way to continue her assault on him, but even that option became unavailable to her as his legs strategically looped around hers.
She was completely incapacitated. When he threw his body at her again, the two easily rolled once more until she was once again pinned between him and the mat. She flinched when his weight pushed down on her ribs that were already bruising from when he had fallen on her just moments before, but she ignored the searing pain. With her legs entrapped between his and her arms pinned at her sides, there was no way for Jackie to fight back. Due to his sheer size and strength and the way she was pinned, it would be impossible for her to roll them again to get herself on top once more. Jackie was done… Or so it seemed.
This certainly was not the first time that Jackie wound up in this type of situation. Her hands and feet weren’t the only part of her body that could be used as a weapon. Although what she had in mind was unlikely to inflict enough damage for her to win the fight, she wasn’t about to lose without exhausting all of her resources. This’ll hurt like a bitch. Gritting her teeth, Jackie tilted her head back against the mat before she suddenly snapped her head forward intending to head-butt the boy in the face with her forehead.
She wasn’t sure where the blow would land, but knew that she would suffer the greatest pain if she rammed his forehead with her own and might even black out if she did. Jackie was hoping to get him in the lip or nose; she would have an easier time suffering the loss of the fight if she could at least draw some blood. The medium knew that no matter what, she had lost the fight. But the only way that Jackie would accept failure was if she went down like a champion.
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Post by Seth Turner on Jan 29, 2012 21:21:12 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
His nose still throbbed from the blow she had managed to land, but Seth shook it off without a thought. A little banged up, that's all that would happen out of this fight. Though he had to admit he was impressed with how she was fighting. Even when the odds were completely stacked against her she kept fighting, to the point that Seth was seriously starting to consider what would happen if he lost a sparring match to a girl. Not a pleasant thought for him, but it was one he was forced to consider.
It had worked like a charm. When he threw his weight to the side, the pair had flipped over with ease, putting him back on top and back in charge. He smirked down at her, her face only inches from his own, knowing that she had lost. His arms still pinned hers to her side, so that she couldn't get any punches in, and his legs were were entertained with her own that it was easy to keep her from struggling. It was easy, and for a second, the thought troubled him. Surely it wouldn't be this easy, not from what he had already seen of Jackie. She seemed the type to pull something out at the last possible moment, when it seemed impossible to win. His body was tense against hers, waiting for a move, or for her to admit defeat. Seth would have preferred the later, but somehow he doubted she was going with that option.
Her move was completely unpredictable, with her forehead smashing against his already bruised nose. Biting back the cry of pain that threatened to rise in his throat, he knew his grip had loosened, if only a fraction. Still, the nature of his power made him used to pain, to enduring the sudden flashes of it that would render most others completely senseless. Still, her bold move had shaken him, startled him so much that the secure grip he had held on his power slipped, only for a second, but it was long enough. It leeched towards their points of contact, so many of them, pulling and sucking at her power, coaxing it closer and then ensnaring it. He'd come to think of his power, absorption, as a type of siren's call, one that no other power could resist.
Hands loosened, he broke away from her, rolling so that he was on his back, laying just beside her, gasping as the power flooded through him. Dead to the world and sometimes even dead to himself. A savage smile took over his features as the trademark glaze coated his eyes. Every time he absorbed, the newfound power overloaded his senses, to the point of nothingness. Trapped in a cocoon of his own making. Her power was unfamiliar, cold and often unwelcoming, but still it brought the familiar adrenaline, shooting through him, empowering him and making him stronger, making him invincible, only for a moment. What was it about this power? What made it so different? It felt slimy and cold against his skin and he shivered, but was still so lost in the rapture of the absorption that it didn't matter what power he had taken, only that he had it.
"A desperate move, Jackie." His voice was detached and distant and it seemed completely separate from him, as if someone else was talking. "I approve." His silvery eyes slid to the side, looking at her but not completely seeing.
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Post by Jacquelyn King on Jan 29, 2012 22:35:44 GMT -5
Jackie grunted from the impact of her head crashing into his face and her read whipped back to crash back on the mat. She’d slammed him in the nose and she hoped it had hurt him for as much pain as she was in. She wasn’t going to be the only one to walk away from this bruised and sore. As she lay there and waited for him to assert his victory, she had no idea that he was now engaged in a battle of his own. A battle to control his own powers, one that he had lost just moments after it started.
The pain only lasted the duration of the absorption, but it felt as if something inside her was being ripped out of her wherever the boy’s skin touched her own –her wrists where they were bound by his hands and her legs where they were ensnared by his own. She winced and gritted her teeth until it was over, completely unaware as to why she was feeling this sudden onslaught of searing pain. Was he using some sort of power against her to drag out her suffering? A sick move, he knows he won, so why?
The moment he released her and rolled off of her, the pain was gone and Jackie knew that he did something. She felt different and knew that something was off about her, but couldn’t quite place her finger on it. The way she felt wasn’t something new, but it was almost as if it was the way she was supposed to feel. Jackie managed to push her sore body up into a sitting position, about to verbally berate the boy for using his powers against her to finish the fight, but what she saw left her speechless and confused.
His eyes had changed; they appeared glassy and brought a chill down Jackie’s spine, though she hid her discomfort well. Even more haunting was the fierce smile on his face. Her eyebrows furrowed and she hardly heard his words as she tried to discern what was going on with him. By now she knew what had changed about her. She felt like she did in her childhood, before the tragedy that took her family, before she gained the ability to see the dead. But Jackie couldn’t confirm her suspicions now. The ghosts had left her alone that night, so nothing appeared to be off. "Jenkins! She called out the name of the old spirit that pestered her almost day and night, sure that he was lurking somewhere out of sight. She almost hoped that her suspicions were true, mostly because she wanted to see the boy's reaction to seeing a ghost.
Jackie then turned to the boy who was still lying beside her. “What the hell happened to all that ‘I like to win without all the fancy stuff’ crap you gave me earlier?! What did you do to me?!” Jackie’s mood was darkening and if it wasn’t for the fact that every breath she took sent a shock of pain through her torso she would have started round two.
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Post by Seth Turner on Jan 29, 2012 23:50:24 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
The bliss that followed was one that swallowed up everything else. Nothing mattered now, not even the girl that was just beside him. Maybe she was talking, maybe she wasn't even there at all. He stared numbly up at the ceiling, not even blinking as he stared. The moment of complete absorption granted him a feeling of wholeness that he could achieve in no other way. This power, the one he had been given or cursed with, depending on who was talking, was a hoax, a scam. It was a power that left him an empty shell when it wasn't in use. Living for this moment, for the fleeting chance of normalcy. Then gone. Ironic, to find his normal in such an extraordinary thing, gifts and abilities that most people couldn't dream of.
Sometimes, in rare moments of clarity, he wondered what his life would be if he had been born completely void of this power. But such thoughts were weakness and pointless, this was the lot he had been cast and the one he would live with. Besides, what life would he lead without it? Play on some high school foot ball team at some point, living the teenage dream for a while, then grow up and attend some worthless business college and get stuck in a dead end job. Such a dream. No, his powers kept him from such endless torture. To a new kind of torture, but at least it provided him with some high points. Like this. This surge of power that reminded him why he didn't want to be normal.
She was speaking again, but this time her voice pierced the power induced haze around his mind. He turned his head again and with some effort, focused on her face. She was angry and he couldn't find it himself to blame her, but he wouldn't say he was sorry because that would be a lie, one that he didn't care to tell. "Fancy stuff…" His voice trailed off with a cold chuckle, a delirious thought crossing his mind that maybe he could calm her down. But why would he do that? "Don't put this off on me. Don't blame me, because you brought it on yourself." His eyes brightened again, an eerie stare as he watched her. "Shouldn't break the concentration of a power absorber. Surprises tend to make the control… slip." The arrogant one was back and his smirk tilted up the corner of his mouth. She'd get angry and maybe he'd never seen the sarcastic yet flirty side of her again, but he had the power for a moment and he wasn't sure if he cared.
A man stepped out then and something about him seemed off. Seth sat up, almost completely ignoring Jackie. He stood there with a grin on his face, hands in his pockets, with odd clothes that looked completely wrong. Maybe he'd just gotten lost. "Always nice to meet new faces, you know. Gets mighty lonesome." He spoke, but what was he talking about? "Jacquelyn here sure makes being dead more interesting though." Dead… DEAD? Seth shot to his feet and stumbled back away from the man, who couldn't have looked threatening if he tried, unless it was that "I'm a stalker" kind of way. Horrified, it hit him and Seth whirled to look at Jackie. "You're a medium?" He yelled the question, freaked out by the thought and by the man, Jenkins. He'd never wanted a power to disappear faster than he wanted hers to.
Now would be a good time to run. The thought flashed through his mind but he knew it was stupid. If he left the gym, how many more ghosts would be waiting for him? He shuddered at the thought, but paused for only a moment, what kind of a life would it be to grow up seeing ghosts? He wouldn't feel sorry for her, he refused to, not with the life that he'd suffered through.
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Post by Jacquelyn King on Jan 30, 2012 2:50:18 GMT -5
Jackie scoffed as he tried to pin the blame of him absorbing her powers on her. “The element of surprise is the very essence of fighting. Using the same, predictable moves will get you nowhere. Sounds to me that you’re trying to make excuses for your lack of control over your own power. Tsk.”What good was having a power if you couldn’t even control it? Jackie was never fond of her own power; it was utterly useless to her. She used to wish she had been given a physical power, one that would help her become the ultimate fighter. But now, she was glad that she didn’t have one. Fighting would be too easy. The joy would be lost with the challenge.
But a power absorber eh? Maybe he’s not such a mystery at all. He’s a strong fighter with a loose tongue and seems to have a knack for ticking people off. At Silas academy, there were a few students who were notorious for their roguish ways. She’d heard of a power absorber who often left a wake of destruction behind him wherever he went; absorbing students’ powers, getting into fights, or both at once. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him, not sure what to make of her first impression of Seth Turner.
It wasn’t long until Jenkins made his appearance. He’s actually done something that I asked of him, that’s a first. Jackie stared at Seth’s face as he sat up, a devious smirk on her face as she waited expectantly to see his reaction once he realized what Jenkins was. Like a rocket lifting off to space, Seth shot up to his feet and stumbled away most ungracefully from where Jackie assumed Jenkins was standing. The look on his face was priceless and she couldn’t help but erupt into a frenzy of laughter. Although her ribs seared in protest at the painful action, Jackie continued laughing for a full two minutes, hardly even hearing his question.
Jackie had to wipe tears from her eyes by the time her fit of laughter finally came to end and even her face was sore. “Ughhhhh that hurt so bad but it was so worth it.”She could hardly even look at Seth without cracking a smile and struggled to keep herself from laughing again. Once she composed herself, she managed to respond to his earlier question. “Yes, Seth Turner,” she said, before her voice dropped into the cryptic whisper as she quoted the infamous line from the movie ‘The Sixth Sense,’ “I see dead people.”
Jackie was completely unperturbed by the loss of her power and her mood was even better than it had been earlier. Grinning with satisfaction, she rolled to her feet, but as she did so, a rather heartless idea was formed in that diabolical head of hers. “Jenkins, when you get the chance you should introduce Mr. Turner here to the rest of our “friends”. Oh but not the children, he might not be ready for the children. Even I can hardly stand the sight of them.”
Jackie casually walked over to Seth with a smirk plastered to her face, “By all means, keep my powers for as long as you like, they won’t be missed. But I should warn you, I’d avoid the dorms if you don’t want to see “the children,” and trust me, you don’t want to. And uh, if the voices and ghastly ghouls get to be too much, the cemetery is actually not a bad hiding spot. Ironic isn’t it? But the dead don’t really care for the company of tombstones and grave worms any more than the living do.” The part about the dorms was a lie, but what fun would having her powers be if he didn’t lose a few nights of sleep because of it? But the part about the cemetery was solid advice.
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