Get Capped (Brian/Open)

[Adam Silver]

ooc: yadda yadda time restraints I may be slow, pm me for invite

I'm not Afraid

No doubt he'd been in this position before, it was a hard trek up from the side roads of life but now living the big time Adam took advantage of whatever he'd been given. Despite having no mother and a father who ignored his very existence unless time came for him to take the blames in life Adam would press on eventually landing back in high school.

He'd been ditching school for a good long while up until now, this was only slightly different than his old life on the street, running form the police and trying to manage a decent salary off of coked up dead beats. School was exactly the same, try and make a living off of the losers in high school while deviating from the pillars and whatever vindictive rule they'd pinned upon the others.

leaning against the lockers he'd wait until someone patiently placed themselves their to retrieve their books.

[Brian Andeste]

"Excuse me."

The boy would turn, and standing beside him would be a young man, black hair, long, soft. Glasses covered his eyes, not the type generally used to...look cool, but rather the kind used to see with. Brian Andeste, one of the few unknowns the school had to offer. A male of average height, strong build. Nothing about him seemed out of the ordinary- he was who he was. Of course, that didn't much help for his own well being, as many of the larger, more testosterone filled adolescence of the school deigned on those of his height and general demeanor to prey upon. Surprisingly enough, however, he had avoided conflict of almost any kind; even the boys who wished him pain after seeing him with the Captain had yet to be heard from.

Still, it wasn't a life of ease. He constantly discovered new enemies he had made due to some fraudulant charge, and the scattered misconceptions of this building never ceased to startle him. Apparently, he had a reputation for being a woman lover. It was true, of course, but people spoke like he had slep with half the school when in fact he had not slept with a single chick since he got here. Truth, however, was under-rated, and msot simply ignored the quelling he attempted to do. It wasn't as though he looked bad either, which didn't help thsoe rumors in thier travels. He wore a warm black sweater over a white dress shirt, the top collar folded down over it. His jeans were blue, slightly faded, giving him a stylish air. He was flawless in features, his eyes a crisp, refreshing blue.

Before him stood a man whose attitude was hard to decipher at glance, and so he didn't really try to. the boy stood in front of his locker, and the only thing that he felt like deducing was the combination of his lock, which had infruiated him time and time again with its ability to stump him. He would smile, lifting an eyebrow and pointing with his hand casually, in a slightly offhand manner.

"Your uh...your leaning against my locker."

His voice betrayed nothing but good nature, Brian doing his best to see that nobody could possibly feel offended. Lot of good it did him, most of the time. But he was an optimist, and he felt that if there wasn't at least one person in the world who hadnt given up hope on the nature of humanity, then believing would make the perception a reality. He gripped the strp of his bag in his other hand, shrugging it higher up on his shoulder as he waited politely for the boy to step aside.

OOC((Sorry its so late!))

[Adam Silver]

My dork senses, they are tingling. And that wasn't of all things a sexual innuendo at least thats what Adam thought. Of course he didn't think much so it was conjecture that this though he had was just him passing gas or getting a sudden mental stimuli that triggered the reaction.

"Excuse me."

Adam wouldn't turn because he didn't notice nor acknowledge the noise beside him rather he leaned forward his eyes narrowing while nostrils flared at the skies. He could smell nerd on the air and it was close, too close he might catch nerditosis or dorkulitus those things were insufferable to cure.

"Your uh...your leaning against my locker."

o.o

He'd turn to the side seeing the average looking boy but of course there was only one thing on the mind when he saw the rimmed glasses. DORK ALERT! So middle school of Adam to react in such a way but he did so. A wide grin on his face no doubt giving the interpretation of friendliness as he shifted away from the locker for a second giving his hand free reign before.

*Pow!*

A fist would jut out straight for the face completely by surprise.

"Nerd!" Yeah eloquent character here.

[Brian Andeste]

"OOF-!"

Brian stumbled back, his glasses knocked slightly askew as a punch crunched against his cheek. Now, one might think a kid whose use to being picked on and attacked would notice and react to the obvious buildup of agression mounting behind the face of this student. However, two things had distracted him from the object of immovability. One was the sudden influx of students pouring out of the gym, mostly girls returning from yoga class. Second was a particularly irritating piece of fluff located on the bottom part of his shirt. By the time he had picked it off and checked out the ladies, his face was being introduced violently to a fist. It wasn't one of his finer moments, and it slightly disappointed him, especially since he had gone so long without having a finger laid on him.

As he stumbled, his backpack slid from his shoulder, furthering his off-balanceness. He fell to his back, landing with a slight thud. However, upon contact, he would press his hands against the cold tile just above his shoulders, kicking his legs up and over into a sort of backward roll. He pushed up with his hands and arms, extending his body so when he landed, it was on his feet. His eye's would go to the boy who hit him, anger flashing in his eyes. He reached up, pressing the glasses back onto his nose almost uncaringly. He bent, grabbing his bag, all the while glaring at the child. Yes, he would refer to the boy as a child, for he was obviously nothing more than that. A smile would crease his face smoothely, once again, almost as though it never left.

"Ah...right. Sorry- must have mistook you for someone who could use more than one or two syllable words. Instead, you can't even do that. Kids...always acting with their fists."

And, without another word, he would shake his head, having taken a firm grasp on his anger, and would attempt to walk away without further confrontation.

((Yeah...sorry...he's not one to give into fighting easily.))

[Adam Silver]

OOC: haha tis okay you've given me plenty to work with.

A victorious grin and Adam would claim championship over the little people, yes nerds were little people but then again a tangent thought entered his head and suddenly the idea sprung to mind as if the Nerd genus could be a different sub species of human like a dwarf or a gnome even. Clearly it made enough sense that he could piece that much together in his head.

Oops Distraction. Yes this time instead of a shiny object or even nerd senses he found something every man fell pray to. Women. Yes it was an insufferable kind of deal but he'd enjoy it nonetheless arching his frame to lean against the lockers as Adam would pull up his plaid shirt revealing tight abs. His tongue would flick wildly at the yoga girls sexually coaxing them into something he wanted solely.

With disgruntled looks he got from them the girls would shake their heads in aversion before continuing on not before Adam would grab a handful of ass. Yes he was that much of a dick that he'd sexually harass women wherever he went.

"-ng with their fists."

Adam would turn his head briefly following the girls' escape past nerd again. A wild smile on his face and a shift to his features as if he hadn't caught a word.

"wut now? Oh thats right!"

With a smile he'd chase after Brian and give him a huge wedgie thats if he wasn't interrupted in his sneaking.

[Brian Andeste]

Brian shook his head in disgust as he waded through the masses, his thoughts already lingering on the blow he had recieved. He would probably have a scuff mark there later, marring what was once pure and smoothe. It frustrated the hell out of him that the men here couldn't learn to live in a civil manner- they all had to judge their worth by the size of their fists. He would love to just face fuck the guy with his fist, but to him it seem an unnecesary evil. If people only ever solved their irritations though violence, the world would be nothing but chaos. What he wondered was how a supervisor a headmaster to actually keep control when students would just punch someone because they wore glasses.

He glanced over his shoulder, waving at a friend as she walked by, and through his peripherols caught sight of the male moving through the crowd, a look of michief of his face. He obviously didn't plan to stop, and Brian had far better things to do than to constantly worry about this guy sneaking up behind him and beating him over the head with an egg or a taken apart sandwich. He stopped, bending over and unzipping his bag. The movement would seem casual, almost as though he had actuall forgotten something, or like he was going to head into the classroom before him and wanted to get out a paper and pen. It also gave the boy hope, since his underwear would be just a little exposed. He didn't know thats what the boy planned, but he didn't bank on finding out.

Right as the boy got into range, thinking he was actually going to accomplish his task, Brian would whip around, sweeping with his left leg as he brought around a massive textbook, aiming to smash it clean over the side of the kids skull with enough force to tear the binding. Should it hit, he would toss the book aside with a flick of his wrist, knowing he would have to get a new one from the school store. Then he would look around at the students who suddenly spread out in a circle, all of them whispering as though it was a great movie to watch.

"You people are all barbarians."

He would look back at the boy, knowing that this crowd wasn't likely to be in his favor after that statement, and probably wouldn't let him through. He tore off his sweater, undoing the top three buttons of his dress shirt in short order.

"Very well. You want to fight me, fine, fight me. But know this isn't by my own volition."

[Adam Silver]

*Crack*

The heavy textbook making contact with the side of his face. Though that wasn't entirely in his plan Adam could have suspected as much would come to pass when he had stalked and assailed this poor nerd/geek type person. So in the end he was getting his just deserts however what'd set him apart from other bullies was the fact that he could adapt to just about any scenario having a heightened anticipation quality to the norm.

As the book made contact, assuming that the force was strong it'd extend the boy's arms across his body leaving the rest of his body exposed. While in the same instant getting hit in the face would instantly angle Adam to tilt his head in the direction of the force, the rest of his body following with him as well. In this tiny moment of space Adm would follow the trajectory in a 180* angle till his back was facing Brian.

With this new position and the force still moving his body he'd lean forward adding extra ounces of strength and speed into his blow aided by the attack. With his right foot jerking out he'd uppercut kick right into Brian's lower ribs the force pressing back and up into his lungs hopefully intending to massively wind him, dethrone him from his feet, or break some bones.

Assuming all had gone to plan and Brian was incapable of averting himself or deflecting Adam would land uncoordinated on his left foot still leaning forward using his right hand on the floor to regather his balance. Soon as his kick would proceed through he'd push himself up getting back on balance and into his boxers stance slightly bouncing. If by the off chance Brian was still standing Adam would juke a right jab towards the boys face. If not he'd linger there bouncing excitably.

[Brian Andeste]

The thing about Brian in combat- he didn't take his mind off his adversary. Even though he planned to address the crowd, from the moment he took the mental leap by grabbing his book until he hoped the guy would go down, his thoughts were centered around action. He wasn't stupid, and though he portrayed the fun, nerdy guy, his muscles and reflexes were honed to a high proficiency. His mind moved at a hundred miles an hour, always attempting to keep one step ahead of the game. It was how he was trained- to always keep the form of your body prepared for the unexpected. Hitting the male with the book might have, in fact, thrown his arms across his body, that was true. However, it wouldn't be drastic, since the impact of the book on Adam's face would considerably slow the texts decent.

Once he saw the boy moving and spinning with the momentum, he calculated his next series of movements in a matter of seconds. He dropped the book and brought his arms up as the kick flew- both movements seeming slow in comparison to thought. The kick would land, but would find nothing but tightened muscles awaiting. He loud out a harsh rush of air, a technique taught to him by his Krav Maga teachers- when a blow is unavoidable to take, tighten your muscles and let out a sharp grunt to dull the impact damage. His hands, as soon as the foot hit, would grip the ankle tightly- that was the boys mistake. Now, he was facing away from Brian, his ankle in a vice-grip, and totally off balance.

Brian, immediately after finding the foot in his grasp, stepped back, pulling at the same time. This would cause Adam to face-plant, and upon hitting the ground, Brian would jerk forward, planting his left knee directly into the spine, right between the shoulder blades. This was the center of mass for a down adversary, would would make breathing and movement difficult at best. Brian would lash out with his left hand, firing it down into the back of Adam's head, aiming to slam his face violently into the tiles on the floor. He would hold the kids hair with tightened fingers so he wouldn't try rolling over- how could you in such a precarious situation? You may end up breaking your own neck. He would then proceed to smash the face into the ground twice, just to make things fuzzy for his enemy.

'Hard to think through pain.'

His brain was like a super computer on overdrive. After smashing his face into the ground, Brian would slide the knee off to the left, so he would now be straddling Adams back. Still using his grip on the back of his opponents head, Adams right arm would wrap around the neck, his right hand planting at the crook of his left elbow as he brought both arms closer to the head. His legs would wrap around Adams waist, and Brian would roll over, choking Adam and pulling with the arms while arching his back- a modified Rear Naked Choke.

This he would hold until Adam passed into unconsciousness.

((Any questions, feel free to let me know.))

[Adam Silver]

ooc: Pre-super item stats, Current stats, or statless your choice idc

It was a nice move, in theory however the flaw to it was the anticipation that Adam would in fact face plant as well as the ideal that he'd not yet again counter, it'd take a fairly weak individual who was incapable of reaction to take such a blow without upset. For starters as Adam would descend his arms would extend out by reaction into a base push up. Easy enough, as he followed through applying that additional force in his arms in through his back into a second kick, as the first was in a vice the second would more than likely be unguarded unless Brian sought to release such vice and seeing as how he'd pulled Adam to the floor his body was fully extended preventing him from getting into closed quarters without interacting with such a blow.

As the blow would be erected it'd buy Adam something quite necessary, the importance of time was misinterpreted by most fighters because in totality it was the most important thing right behind breathing of course. As Brain would either take, evade, or pursue yet another vice Adam's arms would fold at the elbows concisely buffering the fall as he landed his chest. Contorting his abs he'd roll over using his arms to assist in the push along with his legs be they were in a vice for that matter.

At this point Adam would have his feet extended between Brian and himself and his back to the floor. Sure to most this was vulnerable but to an MMA fighter it was but a trap to wrap up a foe and drag them into a weak position.

With his legs elongated Adam would apply pressure between the soles of his feet to tie up Brian's hands should they have still been in the vice position around his ankle. This was step one of crushing is opponent.

[Brian Andeste]

((I'll be using the stats i had when i started- i don't play the game of massive in-thread boosts. Not fair to you, and definitely not honorable in my eyes- though this thread won't be lasting past this post, methinks.))

Brian, rather than struggle against the twisting his adversary plotted, would simply let go and step back, gripping an open locker by the top metal piece. He would, before Adam could adequately respond and roll, tear the locker from the wall with a sudden boost of adrenaline, and a shout of strain. He would throw it down on the kid with a ferocious force, and at the least would cause a major distraction for what he planned next. With the hunk of metal careening for his face, Adam would be obviously pre-occupied, and during this moment of dismissal, Brian would turn around, and kick the now barely hanging plaster wall inward, the entire front and back halves of the cement and tile breaking away.

Through the dust and smoke, light would flood the hall, the through the opening would dash the young Andeste. Away from the crowds, away from the battle, unhindered by thoughts of pursuit. Rather than bolt out across the lawn and into the street where he would be visible and easy to follow, he simply moved around the corner and went back into the hall from behind the crowds of students, all of them trying to peer over each others heads to see through the smoke and make out what exactly was happening. Brian would sigh, brushing the dust from his shoulders before stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking steadily, uncaringly, down the side hallway to explain his situation to his next classes teacher.

OOC((This fight is over, though if i come back, i'd love to go again, same stats or statless if you wish. I'll accept a loss, if you wish, or a draw. Either way im good with since my character technically ran.))

[Adam Silver]

OOC: Yea don't see how Adam would catch onto that. Till next time Brian! *shakes fist*

Adam would watch the retreat feeling a bit gypped out of a legitimate fight although what had he been expecting from a nerd. Quickly however he'd watch as the boy burst into a sudden act of speed and strength tear free the lockers using them to crush Adam where he was. In a last ditch effort Adam would roll quickly like the rolly polly and make his own escape picking himself up on the other end of the tremulous wave of dust staring wonder shocked with his arms drawn ready for his adversary to lunge out and strike.

Seconds passed as Adam focused harder before dropping his guard. What'd he been expecting against a nerd? Though for a nerd those moves he had were surprisingly efficient. Stroking his little stubble Adam grinned and flaunted his swagger in the opposite direction leaving free the wreckage behind him thinking to himself.

'YEAY I'm A Badass!'