Throw it Back``Another Round [VERY open]

[Aleece Fontecilla]

The first days of school were always the worst, in Aleece’s opinion – kids you didn’t know, clicks you didn’t belong to judging you for some reason or another, sizing you up like a piece of fresh meat – which you essentially were. It was a common occurrence and having transferred in so late in the school year it was bound to get some attention. She had gone her separate way from Ari feeling comfortable enough to do that at least. She couldn’t always rely on him to be everywhere just to make her feel comfortable with her surroundings. Besides that...they didn't have every single class together.

She was pretty sure she could stay out of trouble for a majority of the afternoon…

And for the most part Aleece did, as she avoiding speaking to anyone or making an effort to be any sort of friendly. Unlike Henry Knox she was a little less naïve and ignorant on the matter and ways of things. With nothing in her hands for the moment save a folder with a few pieces of lose leaf papers, she made her way through the court yard, one hand stuck in her black shorts – a clickable ball point in her slightly curled fingers, which she normally wouldn’t wear if it weren’t for the mild weather.

The graphic printed tee shirt she wore, garnering attention on its own enough to make her redouble her efforts to seem rather aloof and uninterested, hearing even one comment about it. For once her wavy hair wasn’t pulled into a pony tail or even just left down in careless waves, but straight as a pin, with the thanks of a flat iron.

…however she just had this feeing that some kind of confrontation was unavoidable. So when Aleece was made to come to an abrupt stop by a small group of three considerably larger guys. She glanced at them all in turn, noting that one slipped up behind her, the hand in her pocket came out and bringing the pen with it...From what she could gather this was probably a regular occurrence. These confrontations and intimidating tactics. Pecking order and all that...

“I said hey,” a rather tall and red headed youth said grinning, standing directly in front of her, “what? Think you’re to good to associate with the likes of us, new girl?”

“Say…what’s your name anyways?” another said slightly off to her right– the jocky type, with the wide build and over all sleazy presence.

Without responding, the corner of her lips twitched up in a rather subdued expression, her thumb covering the button on the pen and pressing down, pushing the ball point out with a click. They seemed to only be spurred on by her silence, where as she would normally have already been talking a year ago in this situation, now she seemed to adopt Ari’s silent stoic attitude for it all.

After all…she hardly made an impressively intimidating figure at only five foot three inches and hardly weighing a dollar and a quarter. Pressing her thumb down again the tip retracted into the pen, click.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

Just as her thumb pressed down on the end of the pen once more, she felt a hand...land right on her ass. Everything froze in that instant, her grip around the plastic casing of the writing tool tightening considerably – though not enough to come close to breaking it. Something unpleasant seemed to crawl up her spine and up through her throat, leaving behind an acidic trail that had her swallowing heavily. The half way passive smile fell off her face like a led weight, and before the guy in front of her could say a word she had dropped her folder, the sort of cold blank sensation filling up with an unwanted flush of anger, colored quite obviously with disgust.

Like a light switch, all it had taken was the one smack to her bottom, and she brought her foot up and down on the guy’s foot behind her, causing him to yelp at the unexpected move, and step back. But the shock wasn’t wasted on the two in front of her; instead they stepped in toward her, ready to take care of it. However the pen in her hand turned down and was aimed for the hand that had shot out to grab her, going through the flesh, tendons and between bone with a lot of effort.

There was no smooth as butter sensation but instead a rather sickening tear she felt all the way up her arm. Her hand instantly relinquished the grip she had on it and she was about to turn to bolt out of the situation when out of the corner of her eye she saw it coming a little to late – a fist aimed right for her face. The landing blow hit her squarely in the jaw and sent her straight down for the count instantly, dropping her like dead weight.

Disoriented, and with a hot blinding pain that bloomed right through her head, and down her neck she groaned quietly to herself, her senses apparently rattled right along with her brain, as she brought a hand to gingerly cover the afflicted area of her face...

[verrat]

Verrat was walking on his way to school smoking a fat blunt. It was the last of his nug and he was going to put it to good use. He was hoping today that nothing would go admist but that was going to be short lived. He turned left onto the school grounds when he noticed a new girl walking. He started to think he should introduce himself when three other males surrounded her. He knew these three because they usually caused trouble. He pulled out his brass knuckles and put them on his right hand. He waited and watched.

What he saw next amazed him. The one guy slapped her ass and he yelped. Verrat wasn’t going to let him live that down now. Soon after one guy got a pen in his hand when Verrat noticed the third guy punching the girl. Okay, that was not cool. Verrat threw down his barely started blunt and ran towards the group. He grabbed the guy who got stepped on. He quickly threw a left punch in the man’s gut and when he keeled over threw a massive knee into his face. The guy went down. After that the boy who hit the girl came towards him. This was going to be fun.

The guy threw a punched and hit Verrat. That stung a little. The guy threw another punch but this time Verrat was ready. He grabbed the kids hand and threw his left elbow were the elbow is. You could hear the bone snap. With that the guy screamed and threw another punch. Verrat sidestepped and with his brass knuckles hit the kid in the face. When it connected you could hear a deafening sonic boom and the guy went sprawling. ”Next time don’t hit a chick!”

When Verrat turned to face the third guy he was gone. That was easy. He threw his brass knuckles back in his pocket. Verrat walked back to his blunt and picked it up. It had gone out and didn’t waste his nug. Legit. He walked back over to the girl. Whether she was on the ground or finally stood up he would offer his blunt. ”You ok? This’ll help ease the pain if you want. My name’s Verrat. What’s yours?” Hopefuly she wasn’t hurt to bad.

[Aleece Fontecilla]

Aleece...knew what a punch felt like, but it didn't mean that shit didn't hurt! Closing her eyes for a minute she waited for the inevitable...that didn't come. Instead she was whipping her head to the side and her narrowed eyes, taking in the sights and sounds of a scuffle. It just hurt to damn bad to frown at the help she was receiving with a healthy dose of cynical speculation. His face wasn't familiar to her, and neither had those other three been, so when he approached she was just starting to get herself up.

With her head pounding, Aleece could feel the skin starting to tighten as the area swelled, turning from an angry red from impact to set into a deeper red. Well, if she hadn't even been able to out run the situation - it meant Ari was going to be on her about her diet again, which also meant...more working out, training. With a sigh to that thought Aleece pushed a hand heavily through her hair to draw it over her shoulder and away from her face.

With a crinkle of her expression, that she automatically regretting doing she shook her head her hand coming up to gesture it away giving him a side long glace, "that shit'll suffocate your brain cells...Verrat."

She could live with the bruise that would probably come up and the little bit of swelling that would go down in the next few days - she would just have to come up with an excuse to not visit her parents the upcoming weekend so they wouldn't see her face. That aside she went to pick up her scattered papers and folder and stood with a very put out tsk on her tongue. "That was my only pen..." she said with a sigh, but turning toward the white haired youth, "think I can go ask for it back?"

She couldn't help but give a slightly lopsided grin and a roll of her eyes as her shoulders sagged a little, "what a great way to start the year..." Sticking out her hand she shed some of her more adopted and unfriendly tendencies. She would like to just think she was being...reserved most times. "Aleece, by the way - nice to meet you, and thanks for the help back there."

[verrat]

Verrat knew it was going to kill his brain cells but he really didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he was going to be living very long anyways. Verrat grabbed a pen out of his other pocket and handed it to the girl. He really wasn’t going to need it. Plus if he did he would steal one from another student in class anyways. ”You can have mine. And it’s nice to meet you Aleece. For the help it was nothing. Those guys have been jerks as long as I’ve known them at the school. Plus they shouldn’t be hitting a cute girl like you. It just ain’t cool.”

Verrat would take another drag and continue on. ”So where did you come from anyways? I’ve never seen you around this school.” He would exhale and take another drag waiting for the girl to respond. Hopefully she didn’t take the complete the wrong way by thinking he is some perv or something. He was high. That was all.

[Ari Haswari]

Ari was a lot of things, but one thing he was not was laid back. Not to say he couldn't relax, he was just a very proactive individual. Know all the angles, know the lay out, know the people. So on his first day he breezed through much of his class schedule, instead focusing on getting a feel for the school, studying it's lay out and mapping out routes in his mind to fall back on if the need ever came about. He wondered briefly how many normal students would think in that manner as he watched quietly from afar as a fight broke out between two male students.

If his previous school was well structured but rebellious, this school was poorly structured and three steps away from anarchy. There was no fear of teachers or of faculty, which he wasn't surprised of when he compared them to his previous schools reputation for hiring retired police officers and military men, even on the civilian campus. And whatever fearful respect they should have had for the adults was instead shifted to a few student figureheads, whom he had not yet seen but knew of.

But all in all things weren't going to wind up too badly. The students tended to ignore those that stuck to the shadows, and bullies were generally drawn to the weak or those with enough reputation for them to cash in on a reputation boost of their own. His only real worry was how he would handle those that fell outside of that category, the type of mad dogs that would pose a threat to to himself and Aleece. They were the type she inevitably ran into, although he didn't know that as he came upon her talking casually with a white haired male. After marking him off as clearly insane for dying his hair white Ari stepped behind and past him, his restraint holding him back when he noticed two things quickly, momentarily discounting the fact he was smoking weed in front of Aleece.

One was the faint changes he could clearly see in Aleece's expression. He knew her long enough by this point that he could clearly tell she was hurt, and even if he didn't pick up on that there was still the traces of blood on her hand, the source of which he did not yet know came from someone she had stabbed with a pen. With his normal charming expression he reached out and rested his hand against the side of her neck, a subtle firmness in his eyes that would convey his restraint. "I hope you won." Ari mused lightly, but still keeping the look of readiness about him.

[Aleece Fontecilla]

When she had extended her hand, she hadn't quite meant for a pen to be put in it, but she forced the small smile on her face from going wry but instead nodded in acceptance. "Thanks," she muttered looking down at the writing utensil, noticing it was a capped ball point this time, but looking up as he went on. She hummed shortly at his explanation of the guys that had tried to start their crap with her, but with a shake of her head she gave a short laugh at his continued comment of her being cute.

"Right," she said again almost under her breath, but took a small breath to speak up, "it could have worse...believe me."

Without expanding on that at all Aleece moved the pen to hook it to the top of her folder, before going on to answer him. "I'm from the collective that used to be in Chula Vista...I was enrolled in the ROTC program."

She wasn't sure how much of the schools were made public after its collapse, but with what had been going on with the headmaster she was sure the government intended to cover it up if at all possible - leaving stipulation for unfounded conspiracy theories. Before much conversation could be made, her attention was pulled over Verrat's shoulder to spy a familiar form coming up, Ari's expression severe - she noticed if only for a moment.

Of course her face still hurt, she felt it now, with every thud of her pulse, a deepening ache that stabbed down her jaw to her neck. But she resisted touching it all, moving her lips as little as possible, and not clenching her teeth in a habit she had sometimes. On the side that hadn't been pounded on, the corner of her lips turned up as he stepped up, her chin tipping up a little when his hand settled on the side of her neck.

"I didn't," Aleece replied readily enough, her eyes darted to the guy behind him now, "but Verrat was kind enough to help me out."

She didn't make mention of the pen, but lifted her hand to brush her hair out of her face again when a light breeze mused it - having not noticed that it had a bit of blood on it before, however the bright color standing out starkly against her skin caught her attention almost immediately. "Oh," she breathed, not exactly disturbed by the sight, just not having expected it. She had no where to wipe it and she really didn't feel like ruining her clothes, cos she knew how much this stuff stained...However she couldn't help but crack a joke, "hey if you see some guy running around with a pen in his hand, could you try to get it back for me?...I liked the way that one wrote."

[verrat]

"It was nothing really.

Well she obviously had a boyfriend so Verrat wasn't going to be able to do much with this girl. Even if it was just flirting he wasn't looking for another fight. He was waiting for him to say something but he seemed to just stand there. Awkward... Well anyways Verrat's blunt was about out and he wanted some more weed.

"Well seems like the couple has some catching up to do. I'll see you later...

He realized he never got her name.