Take a Bow

[Gabriel Seran]

Open to Character development, fights, random meetings etc..

Take a Bow - Muse

*Bzzzz*

Raindrops tearing down the tiled surface of the shower room floor splashing in a rhythmic beat against the curtain settling in a mood, the kind by which he'd lived these last few years blissfully happy yet retaining that ambition and quite often a sense of self inflicted harm unto his person to keep life a cycle of both good and bad so that often the good would stand out amongst the bad times.

Alexis was still asleep by the time he'd emerged from the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist Gabriel would pace his way to their bedside and kneel there watching her for a few short moments. To think he'd ever truly considered choosing Reira over her was by all means a childish remark of self-destruction and how she deserved better than him. A faint semi-smirk out of perhaps some latent thought in his mind.

*Bzzzz*

Stepping away shortly Gabriel disrobed only to settle into pair of black slacks and a white button up. Over which he'd put a silver vest that portrayed his features in a very masculine sense doting on the curvature of his arms giving his generally slender figure to be more muscled. Over it all was a black suit and a tie to fit the apparel.

*Bzzzz*

"Yes Mother..." Gabriel would think to himself simply turning about in the room walking to the nightstand to grab his phone and check the message dabbled on the LED screen.

Report to the lab immediately.

Rolling his eyes in a sense of irritation Gabriel shut the phone and slid the black object into his pocket. The frown that'd formed in place was quickly set aside as he glanced back at Lexi, his frame leaning close to kiss her adieu and take his leave.

"Be back before you wake up," He'd say gingerly turning to the door and in effect grasping the large metallic suitcase in tow.

***Later****

In moments he'd arrive at the school of Public High #774, the structure itself reminding him of his own school years. Though he'd of course stand out as odd amongst the gathering student body he could've potentially fit with them looking about the age of a senior at this point however his attire setting him up as more of a staff member or perhaps a college advisor come to visit. It made no matter he'd stride through the main entry regardless of their thoughts.

Work it seemed brought him closer to the place of his initial creation. School, Laboratory, Correctional Facility? These were all institutions that had a purpose, a start, a middle, and most evidently an end.

[Kale Armitage]

Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow

Have you ever just had one of those days where people always seemed to annoy you, no matter what they were doing? Kale certainly had those kind of days, and this was one of them. The large junior had already run into trouble and it was relatively early in the school day too. All he had been trying to do was take a piss, and some asshole had decided to try to jump him. Kale nearly pissed on himself when his head and been forced into the bathroom wall. But that poor bastard was now left unconscious with his head in the toilet. This teenager certainly thought that he had gotten what he deserved.

Of course Kale's anger didn't go away that easily. He was always the type to stay heated for a while, which usually only lead him to find even more trouble. But that was his flaw, and it was a flaw he never saw changing any time soon. He could only hold in his anger so long before he blew at the seams and lashed out to hurt someone. Kale was currently heading toward the courtyard of the school once, having plans to suck down a cigarette in an attempt to try and get a hold of his emotions. His forehead was throbbing a little, which only made even harder for him to focus on not wanting to hurt someone.

Unfortunately for Kale, the majority of people in this school seemed to be blind or half retarded, because once again he'd feel someone bump him with their shoulder. Normally Kale probably would have chewed him out with a few words before throwing his punch, but this time his temper flared and his right hand lifted as if he hadn't even had control over it at the time. That large metal clad right fist of his would collide with the side of the students head. The unexpected blow floored the smaller male and knocked him unconscious before he even hit the floor. Those blood shot brown eyes glaring as he simply ignored the motionless student and stormed toward the front door.

He planned to head out the front door, but not before that right fist lifted again and slammed against the window of one of the main entrance door, shattering the glance without much resistance at all. His boot would find the door next as he kicked it open wind and stepped outside. Clearly his facial expression wasn't one of joy, he was quite aggravated. Stuff like this was the reason he hated human beings. But just as he stepped through the doorway, he would meet another unfamiliar male in his way. Instead of saying anything though, those bloodshot eyes would just stare toward him as he blocked the entrance for the time being.

[Gabriel Seran]

It wasn't long of course before that unfamiliar figure found trouble once again. Was it a perplexity which followed him like some bad habits or was it just the essence of his being either way he adapted to such growing from each encounter at a quicker rate. Hearing the thud of fists and the smash of glass from within didn't hinder his pace nor distract his attention despite the fact that they dwelt from within those walls he'd be entering. IT made sense, this was high school after all and angsty kids were abundant as they were when he was a student.

One....Two....Three...

He counted his steps situating his eyes to that of the inner wall of the door he was swiftly approaching then would avert them to the ground watching his steps then back up once again much like an OCD patient but the second he felt the warm motion of vision set on him he was nothing but prim and fit. His shoulders cocked back exposing his rather wide shoulders, his pristine posture.

....Four....Five...

His shoe hit the base of the slab concrete before shifting up to someone with somewhat bloodshot vision. A stare of intensity, he'd remembered seeing hues of this nature, not from a particular fighter nor any person he'd recalled but rather the intensity of the fight. A slow chilled breath escaping his lips, Gabriel's hair standing at the nape of his neck chills running through him before being replaced by a heat. Yes fighting had been his addiction. It'd been going on two years now since he'd needed it, clean from the physical prowess of self expansion but now a foe stood at ends with him in his path, a daring look something he'd love to brutalize.

"Pardon me..." Gabriel would say politely without any of the former heat tracing throughout his veins.

A master of the mask, unlike those of his lineage striving to meet him Gabriel stood as their master. And much like warriors before he'd developed the means to control himself. Fighting was his addiction. But he was clean.

[Kale Armitage]

Pardon me...

"Pardon yourself, Dipshit. You're in my way."

Ah yes, there it was. Kale's temper was quite volatile at this moment, his head was a little sore from the random act of violence in the bathroom, then the bump from the other student only helped to raise the pressure level even higher. Now Kale was blocked by some other student. Those chocolate hues would give Gabriel a once over before Kale would step forward once again, moving closer to the male in front of him.

It wasn't an attempt to make the male back down or retreat, but simply meant as a statement. Kale wasn't going to walk around this kid, or step aside for him. He would trample his ass on the spot if it really came to it. After all, the last couple of suckers hadn't exactly been the most exciting run-ins he had. In truth Kale was looking for an excuse to let go and punch another person in the face just to release a bit more of the anger he had pent up inside. It was better for him then keeping it all inside.

"So.. Maybe you can use that brain of yours,"

Kale's right hand would lift from it's place at his side and the giant's gloved index finger would look to give a hard little tap against Gabriel's forehead as he stood in front of him. Those bloodshot eyes narrowing slightly as the brute waited for some kind of reaction. From what he had gathered so far from his stay here at #774, most people didn't like to be touched or spoken like to like that.

But none of that mattered to someone like Kale. He was the kind of guy that would take someone's protest and shove it straight up their ass after. He didn't have any idea who was standing in front of him, and even if Kale had known who it was it wouldn't have gone down any differently. You could say this just wasn't the day to run into Kale.

"..And get the hell out of the way."

[Gabriel Seran]

"Pardon yourself, Dipshit. You're in my way."

Oh?

A curious shrug displayed on his frame rather tilting to the boys movement forward. With the tilt to his frame came a slanted smile on his face. His body lifting up with a breath into his chest much like a human would do to scare off a bear, get as big as possible. His emerald hues daring a glare straight into the boy's bloodshot ones. The speculative thought wondering if this boy was on drugs, it'd make sense for a violent behavior. Then again High Schoolers did have a knack for this kind of behavior.

"So.. Maybe you can use that brain of yours,"

The boy's hand rising up to protrude a finger in a jabbing motion towards his forehead. Gabriel merely widened the grin, noticeable dimples emerging to his slanted smile. Now brought upon the simple thought of why this boy didn't simply strike him but rather tried out muscling him through intimidation. It was something of an insult to Gabriel, by all means he was still the Nova Dragon by title and fighting was in his blood. Then again this school was new to his breed, and in the same respect Gabriel was new to them.

"..And get the hell out of the way."

Gabriel shrugged pleasantly not shifting his body any further, merely leaning to the side to set the briefcase down at the floor. Upon rising up he'd peel free the coat and would fold it and toss the article of clothing away with utmost care. Following that he'd roll up his sleeves and crack his neck in his own trade of intimidation.

"No, I don't think I will...." He'd reply in a confident note.

[Kale Armitage]

No, I don't think I will....

Now it seemed like things were just going to get more interesting by the minute. The male shrugged and settled his briefcase down, took his jacket off and then rolled up his sleeves and cracked his neck. Kale could see that he didn't seem all that worried, he seemed to be confident in his abilities to defend himself. Kale's mind would wonder who he was exactly, but only briefly before he realized that he didn't give a shit anyways. He was just another body in the way, it was actually kind of annoying. He couldn't get around in this place sometime without bumping into someone. Sooner or later people would realize who he was and just get the fuck out of the way.

Kale wasn't about to stand around and wait forever to get the show on the road. The large male's left left would slide forward, that boot of his planting lightly as scruffy junior's body would shift forward and down slightly, his right arm pulling back and cocking as his left would shoot forward for an attack. Kale's left would sent a straight toward Gabriel's abdomen. Those metal studded and plates of his left crusher fist would aim to collide stiffly would his body. Of course it was a risk, but he didn't care.

If the straight connected, Kale wouldn't hesitate with pulling his right arm around in a violent manor as Kale aimed to try and slam his right fist into the side of Gabriel's head. He didn't know what this male would do, but he was a little interested in the outcome. After all, he seemed confident. This junior just hoped he wasn't a let down like most of the other people had been.

[Gabriel Seran]

ooc: Bwhaahhaa teh action begins >=D
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A cock of his head gestured Gabriel's impatience, though that was his own fault he expected the kid to take advantage of the moment he'd spent changing his garb to that of comfort but he assumed that these teens were just as they were at other schools still assorted by the same kind of honor system as they'd always been associated with. Quite humorous in fact because there were brands of others whom had gone about that with clinical horror. Much as he'd learned from the fights of Matthew Amtrum and Leon Sudeki Gabriel would prove to be just as brutal of a Dragon, consisting to his own set of rules, however the likes of David Blaze left him tainted with the spirit that hesitated.

...Morality

'tch..'

Never lingering too long it'd seem before the boy was moving in a strike, first step was to analyze his abilities thoroughly though he'd expect the boy to be little more than rabble, the likes of which he'd seen many times before. Consorting to their bulk and past rather than advancing their abilities tenfold. Gabriel would move slowly, but a tenth of his full speed dropping his right foot back in synchronism to the boy's movements. This action would stop his retreat hold ground and give him room to counter. As the fist made contact with his abdomen Gabriel let out a large breath of air quoted by a grunt. Harsh, the punch itself was powerful. Quite the surprise in fact, to say the least Gabriel was quite impressed as he felt the force of it.

So this boy was a strong one. Seconds later a fist would contact his face, Gabriel's body remaining steadfast though his head would cock to the right, following the momentum of the blow so when it contacted his focus would remain solid while the appearance and pain were still solid. A trickle of wet heat ran down his left cheek, blood hit his lips with a curious taste, salty and stinging.

"Hmm Nice punch..."

Gabriel would comment quickly his mind racing to counter though actions at this point remaining negative. By this point the boy's first strike at the gut must have retracted if he was indeed trained properly leaving that hand inches from his chest ready for another blow while depending on the right fist would incline Gabriel's next move.

Gabriel would drop forward, rolling off of his back right heel that'd absorbed the shock factor of the blows thusly adding to his speed as he'd shoot off of it. At this point their distance was no more than a foot apart inclining that no time would be wasted in the short burst. Gabriel's right hand which was at his waist would come up to knock away Kale's left hand up and over his shoulder thus deteriorating the defensive ability while Gabriel's left hand would close in at a 30* angle much like a shield using its outward extension to bat away Kale's left arm. This strike leaving Kale's hands unusable in the defense of his torso.

As Gabriel's left hand would bat away it'd come down striking towards Kale's chin thus alleviating force on Gabriel's left offensive however he'd follow through giving a solid head butt into Kale's face all based on the projection of his back right leg increasing the speed and force drastically.

[Kale Armitage]

Hmm Nice punch...

Kale's left would have pulled back exactly as Gabriel would have predicted in his mind. The other mistake he made was that he assumed Kale was going to keep striking with his hands. Kale wasn't a boxer, he was a brawler. He had never been trained, he had never stuck to a specific style other then his own. He did whatever he thought it took to win a fight. The junior's right arm would have been batted away after striking Gabriel's face, but as the boy's other arm moved to react he would surely realize there was no left punch thrown after the gut punch.

Instead as Gabriel knocked away Kale's right arm and his other arm had begun to move past, his body would twist with the movement of Gabriel's knock away of the junior's right arm, as Kale's right leg would take on his weight and that large left leg of his woud snap up violently to try to slam the point of his knee against the high end of Gabriel's right leg, a few inches off from his groin. It was meant to hurt, but it was thrown with more then that in mind. He figured there would be quite the charlie horse if it landed, and it would help to limit his opponent's movements and hopefully make him a little easier to handle.

The knee would have been timed so that he could attempt to land it just as his other arm swung past in an attempt to knock away a strike that was never thrown. That didn't mean Kale hadn't kept that left at the ready though. If his knee connected and went unanswered, Kale's left would attempt to snap forward and deliver a stiff jab toward Gabriel's mouth. His opponent was fast, but with the distance between them, speed wasn't that much of a factor. Kale had quite large and long limbs, it was easy for him to close distance without being all that fast.

[Gabriel Seran]

ooc: did the left fist hit your chin? didn't catch you block or evade that?

Seems a head butt was a misplaced strike as the boy's shifted movements rather did more of a pinning effort that anything else his head out of reach for contact of the skull however if his strike with the left fist went unanswered that would've done a share of damage.

Following forward with his prolonged momentum Gabriel Seran would by now have his weight cornered unto his left foot at this point, the ball of his left heel planted down while his right was leaning off his toe weight projected through his left shoulder. Trained as a boxer Gabriel would no doubt either press forward with the attack or fall back.

Using the force implemented by Kale's strike to his inner thigh provided him with the leverage to openly shift his momentum, using the strike mixed with his bolstered speed to outwardly roundhouse his body building momentum through. Being at least a head taller than Kale provided Gabriel with a longer leg thusly leaning back and using his left leg to distance Kale from him as he shifted round at which point the left fist that'd followed through Kale's face would grip at the retreating right hand around the knuckles and thrust back into Kale's face once more from the same direction as the first though double the force due to a two palmed coordination along with a wind up.

At this point there'd be a momentary pause, only lasting about a breath as Gabriel shifted the grip of his palms and would redirect the blow jabbing his elbow back into Kale's ribcage passing swiftly by Gabriel's own side. By the end of the move Gabriel's back would be turned, his left side hip facing Kale.