Another Prey (Brian)

[Olivia Green]

It was a dark ally way... Late at night. She rocked back and forth... her back smacking against the brick wall of the convenience store. She wasn't too far in so people would be able to see her. She was told to wait there until someone approached her and talked to her. They were near the school...so they were bound to bump into a student... which is what they wanted.

She would knock on the cement with her bloodied knuckles. People watched as she sat there...they weren't sure what to expect from the girl in a mask and wearing close to nothing.... the white material stained with blood from previous students she had killed or brutally murdered. Her eyes looked further into the ally towards Shu. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was there... he always hid so he would not draw attention to who she was attacking unless he had come out to end the fight and collect her.

She looked back to the street...up to the street lights and let them illuminate her emerald hues. Those eyes once being gorgeous green gems... now surrounded by red veins... and beyond tired, but she did not remember or know what being rested felt like. Only thing she felt was worry she would anger her Agent Shu...which she felt right now. What if someone didn't stop and talk to her? How was she supposed to make Shu happy if she can't do what he had wished.

Gotta wait...

Gotta wait...

Need to be a good girl...

She would recite in her mind as her knuckled knocked on the cement.

[Brian Andeste]

You ever look at someone, see them from an outside point of view, and just know that they were bad news? That vibe, that feeling, of a strange unspeakable fear creeping up your spine simply at a first glance?

He hadn't.

Brian stopped, hands in his pockets, sunglasses angled lazily down his nose as he stared almost judgingly into the alleyway. The individuals around him gave the opening a wide birth, the light shadows cast off the walls giving a sort of eerie light- eerie to them. He only saw a girl in the dark, cold...alone. He was wary- a few weeks at 774 would do that to you. Battling for your life- living, breathing, surviving. He took a deep, slow inhale through his nose, smelling what was there beyond his sight. He sensed nothing, but Brian was no fool. He knew that girls who looked like her generally didn't just sit in an alleyway without something protecting them, or some ability of their own.

Still, he wasn't without some considerable defense of his own. It had taken time, but his own body was now moved to perfection, working and refining and honing his talent. He wore a shark tooth necklace, a black leather jacket with a dragon t shirt on under it. His faded blue jeans gave him a sort of bikerish, yet refined baddass sort of shine. He thought he looked awesome, thinking that he wouldnt want to mess with someone of his dress. Still, he doubted someone would want to mess with someone of her dress either. He licked his lips, making sure to keep his wits about himself.

"Hey, girl, you okay?"

His voice was unwavering, untouched by so much as a grain sized amount of fear. He couldnt feel it, medically. Not to say he was stupid and rushed into everything head on- for he still had a sense of survival. He continued to look over her frame for a hint of rigity, making sure she wasn't poised to strike. He had a strange, nervous feeling. He didn't like the girl just sitting there alone. Made him upset, almost irritable. As though none cared about her simply because she worea mask.

"I won't hurt you..."

He gave her the offer almost absent mindedly, waiting for some sort of response, trying to give her a feelings of reassurance.

[Olivia Green]

"Hey, girl, you okay?"

Her air looked away from the street light... her knocking gesture coming to a pause... unmoving in her body... but those emerald hues are the only that at gives the boy recognition. She said nothing.... just stared.

"I won't hurt you..."

She looked down the ally way..and to the concrete...her knuckles pounded at the cement again... her own blood making some prints on the ground... She rocked a little more... shifted her body she she was now on her hands and knees...her eyes pasted to the ground as she shook her head "no". She would crawl further into the ally way... slightly out of the way of the street... now she was reeling in her catch...and trying to keep the bystanders away... so she crawled away... her knees dragging against the pavement... scraping her knees.

Her small whimpers were heard... it was hint to show she used to be soft spoken and quiet with a milky and silk like voice... but was now faint and no longer used... she actually might get in trouble for making any noise with her mouth... she wasn't supposed to make noise.. not even a grunt if she were to be punched in the stomach...

Now she strayed further away she leaned against the brink wall and corned by a garbage can... now hugging her legs to her almost bare chest. She was hoping she was doing it right... she didn't want to upset Shu....

[Brian Andeste]

Brians eyebrows twitched, his hand reaching up and removing the glasses slowly. He plucked from his pocket his sight enhancing shades, placing them on his face smoothely as he gently set the sun protection on the ground. He came back to a full stand, gripping his coat and removing it, trying to appear nuetral. After the girl had shifted from her spot, he had noticed that the clothes she wore were actually far less than he first thought. She was damn near naked, in fact. He turned around, looking about to make sure nobody was watching him- he had the funniest feeling that more than one pair of eyes was on him. Moving into an alley was not the smartest position for him, as it was difficult for him to use his greatest asset- speed.

But it was only a girl... apparently helpless.

He turned back to her, his voice soft, and gentle.

"Here...i have a coat for you- it will keep you warm."

He moved slowly into the darkness, trying his best to keep his wits about himself. He knew and acknowledged moments that were obviously creepy as fuck to people who could feel that way, and he saw this as one of those times. But still, he couldn't help pitying this female, looking at her when she was in such an obviously inferior situation. No clothes, no family, no friends. He felt sorry for her, and would help in any way he could, even if it was to simply give her a moment of warmth. He reached up with his left hand, tucking the shark tooth and the cross necklace under his shirt, minimalizing grippable objects. He was unsure as to her mental stability- something was obviously messed up in there. He would hold out the coat once he got it within arms reach.

"Here. Take it."

[Olivia Green]

"Here...i have a coat for you- it will keep you warm. Here. Take it."

X would look up from the ground at the coat.... It was handed to her... What had ever been handed to her? Nothing. She wasn't even handed food... her nutrients was injected into her like a person in a coma.

Her brows furrowed as she stared at the "coat" she had something similar... it was white....and restrained her. He wanted to restrain her? Quickly she would snatch it in her hands to make sure he wouldn't bind her... if she was trapped she couldn't attack him... she wouldn't make Shu happy. She looked down at the material that was now in her hand.... she didn't know what to do with it... it looked different. She twisted it about in her hands studying it.... something inside her..... knew it was different... just the way it was handed to her... the way it looked and felt.....

She looked up at the boy... her hand working at telling him something....something that will get her in trouble.... Not for what she was saying.... but for what she was doing.

"What.... what do I do with this?" her hands will spell out...waiting for an answer.....

[Brian Andeste]

Brian cocked an eyebrow.

She couldn't speak?

His eyes watched every moving muscle of her hands, her eyes as they looked over his coat. The way she took from him seemed over eager, or wary. Like a precaution of some sort, as though he might use his coat as a weapon. Strange...it was as though she had never seen someone in the outside world before, at least, she hadn't seen someone who would actually pay attention to her, and not cringe away as though she was a disgusting creature far below a social norm- or perhaps, dare he say, a nice gesture? He didn't see her as some ethereal, homeless being who meant nothing to him. He had given money to the poor before, even stood and struck up a conversation with a sign holder. They were just people, desperate, in need.

His hands moved fluidly, speaking avidly in the language of the deaf. He had been taught it every year since he was six- along with many other languages. He didn't know them all, but he knew far too many for his age.

"Its a coat. You wear it, it keeps you warm, makes you feel cozy and nice."

He would take a couple steps back, obviously just to show her he meant her no harm. He went to his knees, sitting back on his feet in a neutral position, continuing to keep his awareness as full as possible. He didn't know what made her so suspicious, or even confused. How long had she been sitting there? Did she have an actual home she could return to, a place of safety and warmth? Probably not. She barely had the clothes to cover her body. He frowned, then did something else unexpected. He took off his shirt. Below was a black tank, stretched over his form, revealing his necklaces. He leaned forward, holding out the shirt as well for her to take. If she did, he would lean back to where he previously was, and sign again.

"Here, put this on too. It will also help you feel warm, and cover you."

Perhaps some may see his actions as unbelievable, or unrealistic, and perhaps what he did was far out of the norm, but he felt terribly sorry for her, a girl who felt the need to hide her face behind a mask, to fear anyone who even said hello. He wanted to let the girl know there were people in the world who wouldn't hurt her, who could show kindness without a look of disdain or reluctance. He tucked his necklaces under his tank as he watched, waiting and hoping she would adhere to what he asked, but he wouldn't feel bad if she didn't. Perhaps she would be offended...he would be ready, just in case.

[Olivia Green]

She watched his hands...reading what he said. She wasn't surprised he knew sign language, she expected him to know. X was taught sign language... she didn't know that no body else was taught the same thing. But.. she read what he had said and still didn't understand. She knew the words, but not in that context.

She sat up erectly when she saw him step back. She couldn't have him leave. She panicked and would crawl slightly his way until she saw that he knelt down. X relaxed, but again was curious at the other thing that was handed to her. Now that was very different.

"Here, put this on too. It will also help you feel warm, and cover you."

She would throw the jacket down the ally way not knowing what to do with it and didn't know what to do do with the two... so she would crawl closer and snatch the shirt...feeling it between her fingers as she twisted it about as well. It felt different. This was when she would look up at the boy. She saw that he looked different just like everyone else... her hand would quickly swipe up... but not to attack... just to feel his face. She wasn't aware cautious moves would be the better for the situation... all she knew was that she wanted to feel his face just like she did with anyone. It was her way of getting to know someone... She did it to Kev...she did it to Shu... and anyone else. She only remembered Shu though. If he had let her touch his face... she would slide her callused fingers across the contours of his face... no doubt feeling a face that was different than others. As she did this, her other hand that was still holding onto the shirt came up to rub at the mask over her face. Another thing she did... as if to compare the difference of the flesh on ones skin to the fabric of hers.

Her hand would recede and clench tightly to the twisted shirt... her green and blood shot eyes stared up at him...somewhat panicked. She was wasting time. This was bad. She could tell she was already in trouble.

Her fingers twisted about the shirt... getting more and more nervous as her eyes looked up at him. Now...with a swift movement she would hook the twisted up shirt around the back of his neck and would tug him forward... hopefully then she would grab the back of his head and curl her fingers tight in his hair and slam his head into the pavement.
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Stats:

Strength: 20
Dexterity: 70
Constitution: 30
Intelligence: 21
Wisdom: 40+20=60
Charisma: 10

[Brian Andeste]

Brian would frown as she followed after him, but would say nothing as she took the shirt from him. He was a little perplexed as to her tossing away the jacket. He kept himself slightly on edge, since the girl seemed like a tightly wound ball of anxiousness, of excitement. Unpredictable, and a little strange in the head. He didn't want to let his gaurd down, for doing so could mean terrible things for you, at least in this city. As her hand would jerk up to his face, he would pull his hand back, trying to avoid a blow that was apparently coming. When it was obvious she just wanted to touch him, his eyebrows drew down distrustfully, but he allowed her hand to comb over the contours of his features. This girl was...mighty strange...

Still, having been on edge and seeing her snap to touch him like that- well, it put his nerves on total alert. He was tense, and unsure now. The girl began to deteriorate rapidly, her body giving off a massive vibe of a fear, nervous, twitching fear. His eyes immediately snapped up to the darkness behind her, but his gaze was unable to penetrate the gloom. He looked back at her, at the wild look in her eyes, before he voice his concern.

"Whats wrong? Did i do som-"

He was cut off as his own shirt wrapped around the back of his neck- he was caught off gaurd at the moment, but he was quick on the recovery. both his hands would fly upward, gripping both her arms just above the elbow as he leaned backward, pushing up on them at the same time. This was to destabilize the pulling force of her arms. She could still grip his shirt easy enough, but yanking on it would be extremely difficult, since, by pushing upward, He took the physical force from her biceps, and transferred the strength to the triceps, which would work to harden her elbows, rather than add strength to her attack. He was quite alarmed, now, but not in a state of panic. His whole mind was now analyzing her, picking up the short range of movement she had done.

'Fast, deceptively. Her eyes play over my form, like she's watching every possible move i could make. Her strength is admirable, but not to the point of concern. Her ability to withstand pain is something yet to be seen.'

His brain played over it without conciously asking it to, keeping the knowledge and concerns in the back of his mind. He would Plant a foot against her stomach, continuing to pull on the arms so he had them both in a sort of standstill. It would be nearly impossible for her to pull away, unless she was hiding a prowess of muscle he knew nothing about. She could try to lunge forward, but then he would only fall back, using his foot to launch her in the air. And he couldn't exactly pull away, not without taking some sort of damage. So instead, he would speak.

"Why are you attacking me!? What did i do?"

His voice held no terror, no fright. It was collected, calm. Not a tremble of fear, his features displaying only the reaction to a threat, as he tried to discern her reason and resolve.

[Olivia Green]

The boy would grab her by the arms and she would feel the foot press into her stomach. It was hard for her to breath, but she ignored the pain. Whether it was there or not she would ignore it until her body would just shut down... usually what she was told to do.. no matter how much it hurt.

"Why are you attacking me!? What did i do?"

She would look him in the eye with those empty emerald hues. She couldn't answer the question... not because she found herself in a bind... but because she was told not to tell on Shu... Shu would be more mad than he was.... She couldn't displease him further more. Her breath started to heave slightly as the cloth of the mask would pull in and out around her mouth..signifying the heavy breaths she was taking...the pain in her lungs again.... it came up once before with someone.... something happened... she couldn't breath... And she would panic a little.... she didn't have air....

She would work on standing... of course the pressure of his foot growing tighter as she was making distance while standing... She held her breath and clenched her teeth when cracking noises were heard from her shoulders... she would let go of the shirt and grab tight to the same location of his arm he had her in.... now she would be standing and her shoulders were about to pop.... she would slam her knee into the back of the leg that was pushing into her stomach...unlocking his so she could now tug him by his arms and drive her knee into his face....

[Brian Andeste]

Brian watched her come to her feet, her eyes on him as she refused to answer. She seemed scared, her gaze eager to do what she had to do for some reason he couldn't totally pinpoint She seemed out of touch with reality, a being who was afraid of what might happen next, but not due to this situation. It confused him, really, but he guessed at that point, he could ponder the reason later. Her grip came down to his arms, her knee to the back of his. It unlocked his leg, but unfortunately gave him a certain amount of levergage. See, his other leg would come up and plant beside his first, his foot being placed directly into the abdomen beside his other.

He released her arms, and while her grip on his arms would generally sustain them, she would be bent over, unstable, and his legs were probably a bit more powerful than her arms. He kicked with them, aiming to send her flying, or at least stumbling backward. When and if she did, he would roll backwards, coming over and onto his feet before jumping to the side, hard. CRASH. Clean through the brick wall on his left, her right. His left shoulder would stiffen from the pain, while his right hand would grip a brick that would fall away from the wall. As soon as he was through, and would turn back and scissor kick the female, who would likely follow behind him, directly in the chest, between the breasts.

Should his foot be caught, or dodged, the hand holding the brick would launch it, directly for her face.

[Olivia Green]

She wasn't able to push forward due to the addition to her stomach. Her eyes looked down at the leg knowing full well it was a mistake... why? She could feel his grip loosen on her arms. Normally one wouldn't be able to dodge something like this... but he shifted juust enough in his grip to alarm her... she wasn't smart when it came to garments... but when it take to fighting and torture that was all she knew...all she breathed.... so she calculated that he was going to free his grip only to give his legs momentum to kick her back.... so... she quickly let go of his arms only to grab hold of his left ankle with her right hand... so when he kicked back... she would be pushed no doubt...

but now his leg would be straight and in her grasp... she would parry to the right so her arm was still holding onto his ankle and the side of his shin would be pressed to her back... and with a lot of her weight... she would maneuver her left elbow and drive it into his knee pushing down as hard as she could as she would pull her right arm up.... hopefully snapping his leg the other way.......

[Brian Andeste]

Rather than lay on his back helplessly, Brian would move as necessary. He was no fool- he knew being on your back, with your leg in someones grasp was just asking for a broken ankle at the least. So, he would place his hands, palm down, on either side of his butt, pushing his torso off the ground to alleviate the strength of the grip, and to cause more weight to be put on the arm that held his ankle. Her manuevering was technical- plausible, sure, but technical. It gave power to certain areas of the body, but sacrificed strength in others. For instance, by switching her body around and putting his leg against her in such a manner, she gave herself a pretty strong grip. However, she sacrificed the stability of her arm. She wouldnt be able to control the leg now that her arm was extended- she could only tighten or loosen her grip.

So, when the elbow came down, his body would twist slightly, Brian pulling hard with his left leg- back, and down. Her instability in her stance would cause her to fall backward, tumbling onto and over his legs, releasing her grip. He would move quickly, decisively, pushing himself up and over, aiming to climb onto her back while she attempted to recover. If he made it there, he would wrap his left arm around her neck, his legs around her waist. His right hand would grab his left wrist as he laid backwards, pulling and squeezing with his arms in oder to choke off her blood flow. He legs around her waist would help prevent her from standing and resisting, and he made to push her into unconsiousness.

OOC((Due to some confusion on my part, this post was edited. Thank you.))

[Olivia Green]

The boy shifted in a way that caught her off guard... His leg was now lower than she had anticipated and so when she leaned in to break his leg she would fall back and land on his leg. She would roll off only to have him try and get her in a hold. Now she practiced various holds for a few years... kay a few years isn't long, but when its all she did then yeah it was long. So right when he was about to lock in she would tuck her chin in and raise her shoulders and as she did this she slid her butt down. Now that she did this she would slide her left leg to the right unhooking it from his leg. She would then twist her body to the right and would then slide and she would find herself laying across his torso.

Her aim wouldn't be just getting him in a lock though... She was told to make him suffer not to confine him... so as she laid there with him in that hold she would drive her left elbow (the elbow that would now be on the side facing the direction of his head) into his ear....and she would bring her arm up and keep driving it into the side of his head until he would break free or just pass out.

[Brian Andeste]

Her counter was good- the only known reversal to the Rear Naked Choke was to prevent it from being locked in at all. She did this smoothely, expertly. However, there was a major flaw. Time. This manuever of hers would have worked, certainly, but it took too much time to do. Brian wouldn't just sit there like a n00b, he has vast experience in ground combat, and as soon as her chin would tuck into her neck, he would release his grip- around the neck, anyway. Totally release. His head would slam forward for a headbutt on the back of her head, just to disorient her a little. His legs, which were in hooks would unlatch as his left hand went to the ground. For what, you might ask?

Dirt.

Using his feet on the ground after unhooking them from her body, he would scoot backward, holding a handful of rocks and filth. As soon as she turned around, it would fly toward her eyes, blinding her for a few moments. In that time span he would lunge to his feet, moving quickly for the alleyway opening, scooping up his shirt as he bolted from that weird girls presence. Once around the corner, he would dart into the store right next to the alley- the place least likely for him to be found. He would stand in the crowd around the line for coffee, blending in, watching the windows, breathing heavily but silently.

Who the fuck was the chick?

[Olivia Green]

She would have had the escape under her belt but she felt a sudden jolt of pain as the boy head butted her. The grip around her loosened and she would flop over to her hands and knees shaking her head slightly so she could correct her blurred vision. Once she gained most of it she would turn to him only to get a clod of dirt to the face marring her vision once again. She heard his foot steps grow faster and more silent as he ran away. A flood of fear overwhelmed her now... she let him get away without making him suffer. She got up still rubbing at her eyes as she took a step forward to try and run after him she was stopped.

Shu had a grip on the back of her neck and fluently slammed her into the jagged brick of the building... she felt the sharp rock puncture her skull as she let out a small whimper... but trying to make as little noise as possible.

"You disappoint me." his unemotional voice would ring out for her ears to hear. A pain far worse than the pulsing sting in her forehead enveloped her mind and her heart sunk...felt like it was broken. Her eyes cleared up as tears formed in her eyes... it wasn't because the pain hurt... it was just the natural reaction to trying to reject the dirt in her eyes..which it had worked... her eyes still the same blood red as before. "You obviously need more practice. You disgusted me with your performance and do not let me catch you talking or accepting anything from someone again." he would slam her into the wall one more time... she would have been able to break free, but she would never oppose Shu...

Now... they would be on their way back to The Institute in a tinted windowed, black car.

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