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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 19, 2011 19:36:06 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: Sorry that it's a little short [/div] "I don't understand why I should go to class . . . why learn defense in a class when you can learn offense outside the classroom?" Strategy and Defense was one of Shiloh's least favorite classes. Of course he wasn't much of a fan of going to any class but this particular class was just a joke to him. It wasn't the teacher that irked him, or the students that had signed up, it was the fact that he didn't believe in planning things out. His 'strategy' was to do whatever his mind told him to do and never question it. Maeve apparently thought otherwise. Her attempts to get Shiloh to think before he acted tended to have little affect on him. This in mind, it wouldn't be a surprise to the orange eyed teen if she thought that the class would put a little more sense into him. While Shiloh was sure that the class would teach him nothing he still found himself being forced down the hallway by the brunette.
From the moment the two students had met, Shiloh had classified her as a goody goody, and the teen's first impressions were normally very hard to change. Sure sometimes they got along well, but today she was more annoying than fun. "Ugh come on Maeve. Haven't you ever ditched before?" The nineteen year old let his signature smirk cross his lips. He attempted to slow down again and was met with the same response. "It really is quite fun to live a little." If she was going to make him go to class then he was going to pester her the entire way. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by maeve on Aug 19, 2011 20:25:43 GMT -5
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Why had she decided it should be her job to force Shiloh to attend a class? Yep, zero sense of self-preservation. She could tell now that he was going to make a point of annoying her all the way to class, possibly some more during class and if he was in the mood, after class. Oh joy. "Ugh come on Maeve. Haven't you ever ditched before?" Maeve rolled her eyes at the younger boy and gave him a light shove. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. I just don’t make an habit out of it. And besides, you have plenty of time to live all you want after class. Go jump of a cliff for all I care. As long as you do it after class” And another shove. Just to make sure her he got her point.
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Post by Danny Larkin on Aug 19, 2011 22:47:32 GMT -5
W E W I L L F I G H T or we will fall 'til the Angels
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The new pair were a boy and a girl, each somewhere near his own age. The girl was pretty, though she seemed somewhat frustrated by the boy she was pushing along. He was only four or five inches taller than the girl, with eyes that were the most bizarre shade of orange. Danny was so busy staring at the eyes - even all the years at the school hadn't totally removed that reaction - that he nearly knocked over a boy standing with his friend. After apologizing to the boy, who took it with a laugh, Danny angled through the people in the hall. The girl looked like she might have already taken the history class, and Danny figured she could tell where to go.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 19, 2011 23:23:44 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: None [/div] “Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. I just don’t make an habit out of it. And besides, you have plenty of time to live all you want after class. Go jump of a cliff for all I care. As long as you do it after class” Shiloh stuck his bottom lip out, placing his hands over his chest while looking at Maeve with an innocent look. "Aww, that hurts Maevie." His expression was broken by a small laugh. "Now, we must be nice to our friends." The teen laughed once more, having a hard time keeping a straight face.
They continued walking down the hall, although much of the walk consisted of Shiloh shuffling and Maeve pushing him along. If they continued this little struggle things would surely get interesting once they reached the stairs. He smiled to himself at the very thought of her trying to drag him down the steps.
A few students passed them by in the hallways, most making sure to stay out of Shiloh's way and to not bump into the hot tempered teen. In the two years that he had stayed at the school the nineteen year old had already gained himself quite the reputation. Most people learned of him from rumors, but some had to learn by a not so fun experience. Shiloh was normally a pretty fun guy, you just had to be careful to not get on his bad side. Bumping into him was a quick way to piss him off, so most of the students tried their best to avoid him when he was walking in the hallways.
"S'cuse me, miss." Shiloh raised an eyebrow and the student adressing Maeve. He barely acknowledged his hello and instead his eyes fell upon the white feathery wings that sprouted out of the boy's back. A pang of jealousy started in his chest and began to boil up his temper. These feelings weren't strange to the orange eyed student, as he had met others with the power to fly before. It always started with the jealousy and the longing to have such a power, but would swiftly morph into anger. It was then that Shiloh would look for a target to take his feelings out on, something that he would always do when his temper became too much to keep in. This target position was almost always filled by the one with flight.
"I was wondering if you could help me. Would you mind?" Shiloh narrowed his striking eyes at the older and taller student. His hand found Maeve's wrist, careful not to hurt her though. "Why yes, we would mind feather boy." The teen's words were sharp and complimented by his trademark smirk. "Come on Maeve." He started down the hallway again, the brunette in tow. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by maeve on Aug 20, 2011 14:51:14 GMT -5
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Maeve had to suppress a laugh as she watched the way the other people occupying the hallway behaved when faced to Shiloh. It seemed that he had made quite a name for himself, given how everyone seemed to avoid walking too close to him, or bump into him. Some even got to the point of avoiding eye contact, like they were afraid he might blow up at the slightest provocation. Even funnier were the looks they were giving her, almost as if she was walking side by side with a Grizzly. Not to mention, shoving it. Yeah, they were probably thinking she had a death wish.
“S'cuse me, miss. I was wondering if you could help me. Would you mind?” Her tugging was brought to a halt, as a voice reached out to her. Her eyes fell onto the stranger’s face and then onto his wings. She glanced at Shiloh nervously, wondering how he would react to that. She knew he wasn’t too fond of those with the power of flight, bur she had never witness a real encounter between him and someone with wings. With what she knew of Shiloh, though, Maeve was certain it couldn’t be too good. Nevertheless, he seemed to be in need of help and she wasn’t about leaving him there just because Shiloh couldn’t handle people with wings.
“Sure. What do --” her reply was cut short by a sudden tug at her wrist and Shiloh’s words. Maeve frowned at him as he started pulling her down the hall. “Shiloh” she hissed, pulling in the opposite direction, trying to get him to stop. “What did the kid ever done to you anyway? Just let me help him, you don’t even need to look at him.” She whispered, trying her best to reason with him, although she knew quite well it was probably hopeless.
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Post by Danny Larkin on Aug 21, 2011 20:08:48 GMT -5
W E W I L L F I G H T or we will fall 'til the Angels
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"Hey!" Riding his wave of anger, Danny hurried after the pair, "You know what, Bright Eyes?" Ouch. Okay, so his name-calling wasn't much better... "I wasn't even talking to you. You're friend is willing to talk to me, so give me thirty seconds, and then you can have your hissy fit." He was surprised to find the words coming out of his mouth; he wasn't usually so quick to get angry. It was just the new kid's inexplicable dislike, on top of the inexplicable dislike of that boy in the movie theater.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 21, 2011 20:43:54 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: None [/div] The temperamental teen could feel Maeve resisting his pull on her wrist as she hissed something at him. “Shiloh,” The teen barely glanced over at the older girl, still tugging her along the hallway. “What did the kid ever done to you anyway? Just let me help him, you don’t even need to look at him.” He stopped walking for a moment, raising an eyebrow at her. Maeve of all people should have known that Shiloh was a person whose mind was very hard to change, especially when his decision was based off of anger. "I can still hear him just fine." His voice was snappy, signifying his rising temper. The nineteen year old was about to continue to dragging her down the hallway when he heard the winged student speak up.
"Hey!" The kid's anger was evident in his voice, shocking Shiloh a little as he had seemed so much like a 'I'll let it slide' sort of guy. "You know what, Bright Eyes?" He let go of Maeve's wrist, whipping his head towards Danny. Nice guy or not, the orange eyed teen decided right there and then that things were going to get ugly. "I wasn't even talking to you. You're friend is willing to talk to me, so give me thirty seconds, and then you can have your hissy fit."
Shiloh let out a sharp breath and his mouth turned downward into a fierce scowl. His hands clenched into tight fists and he stormed back down the hallway towards the other teen. His scowl flickered into a quick smirk as he grabbed the kid by the shoulders and slammed him into the wall. He pressed hard, hoping that he might hurt the teen's wings in the process. "Maybe, I'll have my hissy fit right now." Orange eyes fiery and voice snarly, Shiloh shoved Danny towards another wall. It had only taken a couple of seconds, but Shiloh's temper was already boiling and the fight had just started. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by maeve on Aug 22, 2011 12:33:58 GMT -5
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"I can still hear him just fine." Maeve couldn’t help but glare at the younger boy, a scowl finding its way to her face. “Bloody Hell Shiloh, now you’re just being childish.” The other guy choose that particular moment to talk back at Shiloh and call him Bright Eyes. Way to go kid, you just pissed off the wrong person. ‘I take that back. They’re both being childish.’ She though with an eye roll. Shiloh, apparently, didn’t seem to enjoy the insult the least bit as he let go of her wrist and took off towards the boy. Maeve reached out, a feeble attempt to try and stop him, but her fingers closed around air.
In a matter of seconds, Shiloh had crossed the small space that separated them. Maeve flinched as he slammed the other boy against the wall, a movement she figured that might hurt his wings. Sighing, the female rushed to the other two and grabbed Shiloh’s arm, trying to pry him away from the other boy. “Come on Shiloh. You don’t need to do this… just… just leave the kid alone and let’s go.” She tried, trying to sound calm, but her voice was betraying how worried she was feeling.
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Post by Danny Larkin on Aug 23, 2011 20:53:12 GMT -5
W E W I L L F I G H T or we will fall 'til the Angels
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The boy shifted his weight and Danny let himself be pushed across the hall toward the other wall. Before he hit that one, he folded and tucked his wings, letting them take the blow. Which worked so well, he barely felt the wall hit him. Smiling, he wagged a finger at the boy, "The same move never works twice in a row. You've got to mix things up a little." He would have continued to share his wonderful knowledge, but the boy's lady friend appeared suddenly next to them, tugging on the other's arm. “Come on Shiloh. You don’t need to do this… just… just leave the kid alone and let’s go.” The boy's name was Shiloh? Wasn't that a dog in a kids' story? Unable to keep down his chuckle, he nodded at Shiloh. "That's right, be a good boy and go." With the last word, Danny shoved the boy, trying to hook one foot around the other's ankle as he did.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 23, 2011 21:29:21 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: notes [/div] "The same move never works twice in a row. You've got to mix things up a little." How dare that little rat try to lecture Shiloh in what he did best; fighting. Just as Shiloh was about to slam a punch right into the kid's face he felt a tug on his shoulder and glanced over to see Maeve trying to break up the fight. “Come on Shiloh. You don’t need to do this… just… just leave the kid alone and let’s go.” Trying to stop the fight at this point was a futile act. The brightly eyed kid wasn't one to give up on his fights so easily, and this winged student was really getting under his skin. "That's right, be a good boy and go."
The teen's nostrils flared with noticable anger at the kid's comment. Shiloh did as he pleased, which also meant that no one was the boss of him. He didn't listen to teachers, barely listened to the headmistress, and was sure as hell not going to listen to Danny. A newfound anger in him, Shiloh tried to follow through with his punch, but before his knuckles could hit flesh he felt pressure against his chest. Along with the shove he heard the scuff of shoe against carpet and quickly pinpointed it's location. His foot lifted up, foiling Danny's tripping attack for the moment. But Shiloh wasn't going to end his turn with a defensive move. A smirk appeared on his face once more as he brought his foot down on the other student's ankle. He had hoped to have broken a bone, but his attack wasn't as strong as he had planned it to be. At the worse Danny would probably just end up with a bruise on his ankle.
Seeing the need to add on to the attack, Shiloh stepped back a little so to regain his balance. The smirk still clearly visible on the temperamental teen's face he tightened his fist and swung out towards Danny's stomach. This would teach him for trying to tell Shiloh what to do. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by Danny Larkin on Aug 24, 2011 21:51:02 GMT -5
W E W I L L F I G H T or we will fall 'til the Angels
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This kid was smaller than Danny by enough that this fight should have been going the other way. Which frustrated the winged boy to no end. Growling slightly, he reached out to grab Shiloh's front with one hand, while the other curled into a ball of its own. The second fist he aimed for Shiloh's jaw. He was not going to be the only one who left this fight with a bruise! And he was already sort of ready to leave the fight, to be honest. All his irritation had drained from him to be replaced with the anger that the boy was insisting on stoking. He could live with the anger, though, could eventually fight that one down. If only he could get away from the idiot with the orange eyes.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 24, 2011 22:26:07 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: Sorry for the short post [/div] A sharp laugh escaped from the shorter boy's mouth as his hit did the job. The older student even gave Shiloh the satisfaction of letting out a cuss word. His second punch only caused the orange eyed teen's smirk to grow and his eyes sparked with the thrill of a fight. So far Danny was doing a good playing the job of a punching bag. This surprised Shiloh a little, expecting him to put up a bit more of a fight than what the kid had given already.
"Had enough?" He found himself answered by not words but by a fist. The pain hit him like a freight train and he stumbled backwards to hit the wall. A yelp shot out from his mouth, interrupting his smirk. Note to self: fight in larger areas. He lifted a hand to touch his jaw only to quickly pull back at the rising pain. Oh, so the kid still had a little fight in him. Well Shiloh would just have to fix that.
He pushed himself back from the wall, eyes flashing. "You'll pay for that you twit!" Shiloh knew that perhaps his english slang wasn't super intimidating but it was too strong a habit to bother breaking. The teen was also too focused on kicking Danny's ass to really think about his choice of words. His fist soon smashed into the winged boy's shoulder. The orange eyed teen didn't fool around when it came to fights. and this time he wasn't holding back on the power of his punches. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by Danny Larkin on Aug 25, 2011 20:47:25 GMT -5
W E W I L L F I G H T or we will fall 'til the Angels
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Being called a twit nearly made Danny laugh aloud. He wished the situation were different, because he would have gotten a good laugh out of that. As it was, however, the goofy word only served to distract Danny, so that by the time he realized Shiloh had thrown a punch, there was nothing he could do but twist to the side. Even with his sloppy dodge, the punch clipped his shoulder with enough force to make him grateful it handed actually landed. Two thoughts occurred to him as he got his footing: one, he thought Shiloh was seriously trying to hurt him, and two, he was glad none of these attacks had been aimed at his wings.
Danny twisted to keep facing Shiloh, since he thought that kind of punch not landing would have to carry him past. Acting on a sudden impulse more than a thought, he kicked out a leg to try again to trip Shiloh. To be honest, he couldn't be sure how the first trip had gone wrong, and so there was no way he could be sure if the move would actually work.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 26, 2011 15:10:35 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: Feel free to have Maeve
attempt to stop the fight now [/div] Shiloh lashed out with his punch towards the older boy's shoulder. The power in his arm was stronger this time and more formidable. Danny was lucky to have moved out of the way and avoid a good portion of the punch or else he may have ended up with a broken bone. Not to say that Shiloh clipping the edge of the winged boy's shoulder didn't hurt. In fact it would probably end up creating yet another bruise to add to the collection that Danny was starting to form.
Even though Shiloh's attack had technically hit, the left over momentum from the punch had sent the shorter teen moving towards the wall. To make matters worse, Danny's foot shot out to perform another tripping attack. Shiloh heard the sound of the winged student's shoe against the floor, but he wasn't able to react in time and ended up stumbling. This attack normally wouldn't have done much had Shiloh's hand still not been extended outwards in a fist. His knuckles hit the wall before the rest of his body did, causing his hand to throb from the hard impact. With the slightest glance, Shiloh was already able to see that some of his knuckles were bleeding from the scrape against the rough wall.
The teen shook out his hand and tried his best to ignore the drops beginning to seep out from the broken skin. At the beginning of the fight he was rather thankful that he had been given a chance to let out some of his anger, but now it was just frustrating him even further. And with his new bruises and bleeding hand, class was going to be an even worse experience than it normally was. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by maeve on Aug 28, 2011 10:55:57 GMT -5
If there was a moment when Maeve had hated her powers, it was probably right now. Well, she didn't really hate them per se, but she was kinda wishing that she had a different power right now. Telekinesis, for example, would be a great power to have in a situation like this. That way, the female would be able to get the two boys apart without much effort. But as it was, she would be needing another person, and given that no one in the small crowd that had formed to watch seemed to be keen on doing that, she would have to think of a different solution.
Which was proving to be quite difficult. Maeve chewed on her bottom lip as she watched the other two fight from a reasonable safe distance. As good as she was in fighting, she doubted she would be able to stop Shiloh, well, at least without getting hurt in the process. It wasn't until Shiloh hit the wall that something inside her snapped. "That's enough!" she shouted, and all of a sudden, the hallway was engulfed in darkness. It wasn't something that she had meant to happen, more like a side effect of her anger. But now that she thought about it, it might have been a good idea. At least, the surprise would make them stop for a while.
That was, until she realized Shiloh had super hearing as well.
"Shiloh, don't you dare try to hear where he is!" she shouted again, moving over to were they were, so as to place herself in between the two. (one of the good things about being a light manipulator, you can see in the dark better than the average person). Taking a deep breath, the female allowed the light to flood the room again. "I swear to God, if you two don't stop this I'll make sure you end up so hurt you won't think about fighting over the next century." She wasn't sure she'd even be able to make that, but she tried to be as convincing as possible.
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