Stuck.

[Garnet]

Garnet ran past rows and rows of lockers throughout her new school. It was big to say the least or rather gigantic compared to the one she was in before. Even the ceiling seems to reach higher than that of the former. It made her feel like even more of a midget. Sure there were some areas that needed repairs…major repairs, but it was in a much better shape than what she was used to. To her everything glistened as if new and barely utilized. Even the trashcans were much better kept. Unfortunately there was no time to admire the whole new scenery, for she was quite a bit behind schedule.

Looking down at her sheet of paper, she could barely make out the chicken scratch numbers, quickly scribbled on the paper. The most embarrassing part was, she had written the locations down herself in a hurry. There were people bustling right past her, going to their own classes, while she stood in the middle of the hall puzzling over her troubles. Not once has she thought of bothering another person with her troubles, it just wasn’t in her common sense to approach anyone in a time of need. Today wasn’t starting out well, better than most, but still not as great as she had hoped for. It was rare for her to expect so much out of people, but she was surprised that she still hadn’t gotten into any trouble thanks to her eyes yet.

Garnet had only managed to decide on one action, to lay down some of her items within her locker. Surprisingly she was able to decipher the number and followed along the patterns of all the other lockers. Along the way, she found the various greenery and trees somewhat refreshing. Even in such peace, she still couldn’t force a smile or appear happy. An exhausted sounding sigh managed to escape her mouth, but it was really one of relief. Glancing upwards, she noticed the time, there wasn’t much to do what she needed.

When she managed to arrive at her locker, it was in better condition than she thought it would be. Bending down, she inputted the instructed numbers, only to have it remain locked. She tugged at the lock, but only to fall backwards. There were various laughs and chuckles from the students around. However she refused to lose against just some piece of metal. She bit down and gnawed, repeatedly inputting and pulling at it. She was pretty much stuck there until her locker opens.

[Uriel]

A throne, that was the place for the Prince, Uriel the light-bringer was meant to extend his domain prosperously far beyond the grasp of old kings but rather like any youth he was to be repressed by many problems in this life. For one his cousin, The bastard who'd stolen his throne from him settling him to stay reserved here which lead to his second problem. Being stuck in a low rank high school of this array, he'd be stuck here till he got his vengeance and it'd come swift.

A pensive stare into his palm as the youthful prince leaned with his back against the wall. His regal attire settled into a dark velvet hue meshing a stiff was with a cozy back. He soaked up the pain of the blast furnace of heat he'd felt the night before blowing up that bridge when that fool Kale had broken in on his moment of isolation. But not he settled into his isolation sidling himself close to the wall as those in the hallway giggled and smirked to their own whims paranoia touching at him moments here and there even as the girl across from him struggled with the locker before him.

*cling-clang*

The jingling of the lock was testing his patience, he was never a very patient person when it came to other people especially when he was recovering from a long night. Shifting his hand before his face to look through briefly he sneered in a vexed state hoping the girl would be quick but the momentum simply continued on.

"God damn it give it a rest!" Uriel would bitch quickly without shifting his body, however there was a noticeable tenseness to his frame signalling his stressed exposure.

[Garnet]

“God damn it give it a rest!”

Garnet didn’t flinch; instead she gave one final kick to the locker, before surrendering. The laughs and giggles seemed to have stopped and everyone went back to what they were doing. Some were probably whispering about her antics or whatever girls usually talked about. There was one thing bothering her, whoever that voice was talking to. It seemed to have been directed to her, so she checked her back to find nobody around. Not many people bother with her unless she happened to look at them.

Unlike most people who would ask if someone was talking to them, she simply approached the man with a start. He appeared to have quite an air to him, more heavy than what she noticed from the other students of any school she been to. The man didn’t seem at all pleased by what was happening, he even seemed sort of tense. Careful not to make eye contact, she could just tell that he was much taller than she was. Tall people at times made her self-esteem fall.

“Sorry didn’t mean to trouble you,” she said, although often times her regular talking is barely more than a mutter. Her first day here shouldn’t end in a fight. Though she quickly realized that not making any eye contact might make this person even more angry, because it wasn’t a sign of respect, made her quickly look into the guy’s eyes. Unknowingly again, she failed to realize that her eyes just have a natural glare to it and her regular face made it appear she wasn’t pleased or honest about the apology. That didn’t trouble her, for the look in the man’s eyes gave her a slight discomfort.

“Excuse me,” she remarked, trying to get out of the situation without causing a fight.

[Uriel]

*thump*

The meeting of foot with steel ultimately ending in a null victory on no ones behalf seemed evident enough which peeled the corners of Uriel's lips up into a semi-smile. The defeat of someone vexing him gave him a sick inner pleasure despite the fact it wasn't him beating her. To a degree he'd place the faith into Karma and in his own pompous ideology it was, "whoever is against me will suffer in due time." Or rather he was simply lucky in that aspect.

“Sorry didn’t mean to trouble you,”

The meek voice came from just above him and while in his crouched and sheltered state he could evidently assume he was most certainly taller than the meek girl, even without contact of hues nor stature. His own pale blue eyes darted from a concealing hand up to her waist before stopping for a beat and rising up in a typical male sense. Meek figure, weak so he'd figure but then again Uriel wasn't a match for most physically though his body would show off otherwise being rather tall and built to intimidate.

With a bitter sigh his hand would fall away from his face stopping in his hairline parting locks for but a second and pushing himself up from his crouched position coming to tower in above her. A gaze of demeaning value to it.

“Excuse me,”

"Tch..." Pursed lips expressed his certain distaste for her very existence, sure he didn't know her and certainly couldn't be the one to judge though regality promoted an egocentric opinion.

"Common rule of law at this school, know your superior..." Uriel made a short snickering as his features turned cruel and dark eyes once further sizing the small woman up quickly, there was always use to be had out of people. "What is your name?" Not that he cared.

[Garnet]

Garnet grimaced, but her face remained the same as always. The obvious tenseness of the guy and his irritation towards her wasn’t within her anticipation. She had just arrived at the school, today was her first day and already she had some form of trouble. Was it her presentation that was bad and irritated the man or was it her way of speech? The guy certainly seemed to have a haughty attitude or some sort of superiority issue. This of course, had nothing to do with her. Should she at least seem interested in what he had to say? For her to merge with everyone, she couldn’t attract too much attention like now…and before was probably a bad idea as well.

It was quite intimidating when he loomed over with his full size, but she had met people just as tall or taller. Instead of backing away, she countered with looking him straight in the eyes. When the man spoke again, she couldn’t help to get a little worried herself. Garnet enjoyed observing others, but not be observed herself. If she was to respond with her real name that meant farther troubles in the future, perhaps or she can remain as fearless as ever and tackle it head-on. She knew better to underestimate another and overestimate oneself. There was no way she was going to attached to a breathing machine again.

“Michelle Anderson,” she replied with the same disinterest and faded voices. Lying was never a problem with her; it often kept trouble out of her hands. More often she would frame someone else in her class, but seeing as she knew no other person, this was the only course to go. However like all lies, they were incomplete. If he was to look upon all the records of students here, he might not find a Michelle Anderson, or worse, find a picture of her and her name.

[Uriel]

Uriel smirked, a small satisfaction at her giving into his request though people rarely ever avoided his commands. Puffing out his chest in a dominant persona he would approach closer assuring that the space between them would be minuscule, he was never one for letting a good thing pass him by and this, yes he'd take full advantage of that.

"Then Michelle you've got to redeem for your indiscretion it seems." Uriel would glare downward at her in a threatening vice.

Ignoring the small space and whatever opposition she'd put forth Uriel would settle his hand upon her shoulder disregarding her feelings for the nature.

"You're going to serve me till I release you, this understood."

His accent was laced with a wispy tone, that of a French Noble.

[Garnet]

Garnet was surprised that his follow-up remark didn’t involve smashing her face in with something or some creepy sexual harassment. She was glad that her blatant lie had run through at least. The man seemed even higher upon himself than before. Before long, she couldn’t help, but classify him nothing less than egotistic. His sudden display of superiority did make him seem more intimidating than before, but she was used to displays. There was no way to tell if he was all bark and no bite, but it was best to try and leave things like that alone.

What surprised her, the most was the guy’s command. Indiscretion? Her day didn’t start off well in the first place, but this was getting a little ridiculous. There was nothing wrong with the way she acts nor does she bother to change herself. Her business was hers alone and the guy’s was his. The second part even made her more troubled. Serve a man she had recently met, because she was being herself? Her pride would have been struck down, if she had any.

“Hell no,” she replied, sounding out each syllable and exaggerating the O as much as her little mouth would. This was tiresome on her, if this guy had friends, than she would try her best to avoid them and perhaps knock down a few in the process. There was no way she would serve such a blinded man, if anything she would strike down such snobby attitude. It had been awhile since she was so irritated, but decided best to walk away while still possible. She began to make her way around the guy.

[Uriel]

“Hell no,”

Uriel cocked his head aback out of something like shock. Defiance was expected however but the action left him without a reply. The boy would stare there for a second too long that'd bridge between a scene of awkwardness and that of decisive action as he thought his next words regardlessly loosing the common spur of character.

Finally he'd come to terms with a slow mind and speak up, "Seems we'll have to change that thinking..."

Uriel grinned calmly shifting his head in an apathetic manner to his right as though he wasn't going to actually go about doing anything, because he wasn't.

Suddenly a rather large Junior and small sophomore would break from the crowd, their slow paces outmatched by the glow in their eyes, something distant in them absorbed most of the attention.

The bigger one would usurp his master moving next to the defiant girl and would roughly make a grab for her hair and sharply yank her up. The Sophomore would simply stand there and shoot a fist into her gut.

---

David Bator (Sophomore)
Str: 5
Dex: 15
Con: 10
Int: 10
Wis: 15
Cha: 5

Goliath Eros (Junior)
Str: 15
Dex: 15
Con: 15
Int: 5
Wis: 5
Cha: 5

[Garnet]

(ooc: Not very good at this pvp things, so excuse me at mistakes.)

Garnet flinched at the thought of people having to force her down. This happened before and she never liked the wording they used, often resulting in her with broken bones or worse. She instinctively took a step back to notice a shadow over her. The big guy seemed intent or resolved to do something and doesn’t seem to be her bidding.

Without much of his concern, she felt her hair yanked. Unlike what most girls would do, she didn’t reach out to struggle out of the hold. This wasn’t the first time such a thing happened, so she was prepared not to make a mistake. Instead of focusing on just the larger man, she managed to scour the surroundings, to notice a punch aimed for her gut. Using what she had been taught, she deflected the direction of the punch and moved for a concentrated counter aimed at the throat.

[Uriel]

ooc: No worries, any questions or problems with my post feel free to pm me and if I go too far feel free to tell me.

Uriel didn't bat an eye, rather a bored and dulled expression turned about already confident of the victory his slaves would surely accomplish. Flipping his hair to the side he disregarded this as even a situation taking to light the scenario in which attention was given to him.

Meanwhile, The girl was up with odds against her, not necessarily that of even odds but rather the age old battle of numbers verses the strong. Goliath pulled roughly yanking the girl up while not receiving the most desirable result from it while David charged forward roughly. However the boy was met with opposition his hand being batted aside with another force and a rough jab to his throat sending the boy sprawling backwards unto his flank breathing perfused.

Goliath looked down with a disapproving glare as he yanked again roughly jabbing his left fist into the place below her ribcage hopefully causing some internal damage. All the while David was picking himself up weakly, it was a strong centralized punch definitely incapacitating for the time being.

[Garnet]

It sure didn’t help Garnet to know that she was about to be jabbed, as her so called defenseless being was now pretty much off of the floor. She quickly reached into her backpack right before the attack’s contact and grabbing one of her textbooks. She held it tight even when punched. She swore she had heard a crack near her ribs. The man had drawn blood as a tiny trickle came out of her mouth, but she didn’t really feel it at the moment, for her blood was already circulating above normal. Taking out her textbook as quickly as she could it and she attempted to slam the long edge of it back. Hopefully the speed would compensate for her lack of strength.

[Uriel]

*Thwack*

The rigid edges of the book met with Goliath's gullet, though he was built like tank it didn't mean it went without damage no doubt following this event there'd be a bruise there. David was still on his rump a bit disoriented as he looked back to Uriel as if asking to continue to which he'd receive a steady nod simple at that.

"Continue..."

David would pull himself up taking more time and certainly more caution this time approaching the girl he'd originally seen as weak however often big things came in small packages. Perching forward the small boy would inch closer coming from under Goliath's massive girth hiding behind him to a degree to shild the blows and from beneath the large man's left pit he'd fire a punch into the girl's gut once more.

Goliath merely grunted at the exchange of blows he knew full well that repeated strikes from the girl's abilities would leave him broken sure enough but one was enough to stand he'd return the blow by bringing his free hand into her face and roughly smack her. He clearly had no respect for women.

"Why do you continue? Those who oppose me merely get matched with horrors, those who assist me suffer no flaws. The choice is simply yours."

Uriel mocked from a distance. His hands of course unmuddled by the threats of violence. Not to say he wasn't capable he was however merely, a coward.

[Garnet]

Garnet realized that this guy was much better than taking hits than she was, well it should have been expected by his size. She knew she couldn’t take too much and risk being sent to the hospital with some injuries today. This was her first day at the new school and it wouldn’t be in her best interest to get on the teacher’s bad side too much. For one, they could end up giving more difficult work than before, which means more studying. Truthfully she worried less than her wellbeing and more for her studies and family.

She threw the book upwards and back, calculating enough to have some percentage in it falling on the big guy’s head, it might miss it by a few inches from behind, but that wasn’t her current train of thoughts. Much more quickly than before, she grabbed into her tin pencil case and took out a compass. It wasn’t the sort used in directions, but instead for geometry. She didn’t care for the bulky safety kind and carried with her a metallic sharp one. Knowing it’ll penetrate the skin and clothes, she thrust the sharp edges back behind and above her. If she was lucky, it was enough to go into an eye. However by focusing so much on the big guy, she ignored the other foe.

[Uriel]

Goliath was to be unswayed by the small girls momentum, if the large man had a mind of his own he'd perhaps contemplate the reasoning for taking his power out on a small girl who could barely handle herself but therein was the key point he was more of a zombie to his master's will. David however was no stranger to picking random fights, he'd attained his skill level not to genetics but rather to practical application and this aim of punching her from cover of the hulking man made his job much easier. Uriel was complacent bored that she'd not been beaten yet, with a yawn from the sidelines he'd signify his absolute lack of interest.

Then the book was thrown catching Goliath under the chin. The man would grunt monosyllabicly ignoring her once more though a twinge of pain etched there furthering his impatience. That was until. *STAB*

"GAOOAHAAAAAAA!!!" The large man bellowed dropping his grip and bringing hands up with clamoring speed to cover his eye defensibly. In the same instant David would cringe expecting the attack to follow through to him and it did with unexpected results as the towering Goliath collapsed in sheer pain atop his ally crushing him.

The sound would shock Uriel as the boy shot up with surprise his eyes searching for the resolve, it was a pencil to the face. A thin layer of blood covering the tip. This woman was maddening. Cringing Uriel would hold his ground with a contemplative resolve. If he ran he'd be made out to be a coward but if he stayed he could end up getting scarred. Princes didn't bear scars.

"You...?"