((Continued from Discipline))
Locked in.
Blood Boy found himself locked into the small space as his knees where placed just under his chin and he still found himself with his eyes closed and unable to struggle due to the current situation he had found himself in, it was embarrassing, but oddly cunning and effective as he found himself paralyzed by embarrassment. Why was he silent now? Surely if he just managed to call for help he would be fine, but as he opened his eyes once more and came into eye contact with a pair of bronzed legs and a pink thong that seemed to disappear within a girls buttocks it became apparent why he didn't scream for help.
Whomever said baseball players weren't resourceful was pretty stupid.
As to how he got into this situation? It had all started in his newly discovered BC Calculus class, the teacher was ironically the baseball coach and taught the less exclusive Algebra 2 class after the advanced Calculus class was over. Being ignored and subjected to the boring class Blood Boy found himself doing what he did commonly in such a situation: he fell asleep. The next period came and instead of awaking Blood Boy, the coach allowed for his team to go and lift the boy up and shove him in one of the Girls Locker room lockers.
His screaming ended as soon as he saw his first bra.
It however wasn't replaced by pleasure, no Blood Boy felt wrong about this whole situation and felt like just getting out as soon as possible, perhaps though what motivated him the most was when he noticed a few girls drop their towels and head for the showers, a barely audible whimper was occurred as he stood and closed his eyes once again. His prison left the showers perfectly in view.
Locker room, please disappear right now. Please just let me leave! I don't want to be here...OH MY GOD THEY'RE NAKED, THEY ARE ALL NAKED!
Nothing in the world -not even his own want too- could let Blood Boy's eyes close now.
Sweet for Some and Painful for Others [CONTENT]
CONTENT WARNING!
Sweet for Some and Painful for Others [CONTENT]
"My man got too familiar and I’d ended up having to whoop his ass, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually. He’s a habitual line stepper.” -Charlie Murphy
V8 Relationship Thread
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
((Continued from In Mind's Eye))
Physical Education was, quite expectedly, one of Renée Valenti's best subjects. Not that she was failing any of her subjects right now, but being fairly tomboyish - and playing a real tomboy on a TV series that ended a few months back.
Her skin was slightly tanned from the day's workout but was still smooth and near-flawless. Her red hair flowed down past her shoulders and a quarter of the way down her back as she stepped out of the shower stall with a towel wrapped around her torso just enough to conceal her "naughty bits." Not that the girls in the locker room would have to worry about more than a crudely-concealed nerd trying to infringe on their privacy. She treaded slowly across the padded shower floor before making her way toward the locker room proper. A few of the other girls were already there, chatting away and/or dressing up in their "normal" clothes. Reneé didn't seem to, or want to pay attention to them as she made her way to her own locker. In days past, she might have if only to get the latest gossip. Now she had subscriptions to top teen mags to help her...and to help her spread it if she felt like it.
Of course, didn't seem to pay attention to anything other than what was next in her day until she opened her locker to find what appeared to be a scrawny kid with a smiley-face mask curled up and trembling in her space.
Some girls would have yanked the little perv out of the locker and mob-kicked him until he ran out of the locker room, screaming for mommy. Others would have simply screamed and ran to alert girls (or a coach) who would then yank the little perv out of the locker, and so on. Reneé simply gasped and seemed to stumble back onto the row of lockers behind her, eyes wide open. Her towel remained securely fastened though.
Physical Education was, quite expectedly, one of Renée Valenti's best subjects. Not that she was failing any of her subjects right now, but being fairly tomboyish - and playing a real tomboy on a TV series that ended a few months back.
Her skin was slightly tanned from the day's workout but was still smooth and near-flawless. Her red hair flowed down past her shoulders and a quarter of the way down her back as she stepped out of the shower stall with a towel wrapped around her torso just enough to conceal her "naughty bits." Not that the girls in the locker room would have to worry about more than a crudely-concealed nerd trying to infringe on their privacy. She treaded slowly across the padded shower floor before making her way toward the locker room proper. A few of the other girls were already there, chatting away and/or dressing up in their "normal" clothes. Reneé didn't seem to, or want to pay attention to them as she made her way to her own locker. In days past, she might have if only to get the latest gossip. Now she had subscriptions to top teen mags to help her...and to help her spread it if she felt like it.
Of course, didn't seem to pay attention to anything other than what was next in her day until she opened her locker to find what appeared to be a scrawny kid with a smiley-face mask curled up and trembling in her space.
Some girls would have yanked the little perv out of the locker and mob-kicked him until he ran out of the locker room, screaming for mommy. Others would have simply screamed and ran to alert girls (or a coach) who would then yank the little perv out of the locker, and so on. Reneé simply gasped and seemed to stumble back onto the row of lockers behind her, eyes wide open. Her towel remained securely fastened though.
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Release.
It was relief and almost curious as he found himself staring at the form of Southridge's local movie-star Renee Valenti and has he stared at her and the towel clutching to her form he couldn't help but take a sigh of relief when it came to her pretty much beneficial reaction, he of course wasn't a pervert and perhaps she saw that. Though how was questionable due to how his facial expressions and eyes where kept out of sight, though has he stared at her and tried feverishly to keep his eyes at her face.
"Just keep quiet and maybe we'll both make it out of this alive," he said feverishly as he looked around and noted that pretty much every other girl was now naked in the shower -a thought that he still wasn't getting used too- and that the coach was now adequately distracted, "Look I was set-up by the baseball team, thank you for getting me out of here..."
Gratitude would come when he wasn't scared of getting suspended and has he manipulated himself to get out of the locker he found himself tripping and stumbling towards Renee finally finding himself reaching her accidentally grabbing her towel (for balance) and pulling it downward and out of her grasp. As the towel hit the ground -and Blood Boy soon to follow- he found himself isolated in a place he most definably wouldn't want to be and a place that most movie goers wouldn't see until Miss Valenti's career hit rock bottom.
He found himself with his face smack in the middle of Renee's adolescent breasts, both of his hands positioned on them to maintain balance.
It was relief and almost curious as he found himself staring at the form of Southridge's local movie-star Renee Valenti and has he stared at her and the towel clutching to her form he couldn't help but take a sigh of relief when it came to her pretty much beneficial reaction, he of course wasn't a pervert and perhaps she saw that. Though how was questionable due to how his facial expressions and eyes where kept out of sight, though has he stared at her and tried feverishly to keep his eyes at her face.
"Just keep quiet and maybe we'll both make it out of this alive," he said feverishly as he looked around and noted that pretty much every other girl was now naked in the shower -a thought that he still wasn't getting used too- and that the coach was now adequately distracted, "Look I was set-up by the baseball team, thank you for getting me out of here..."
Gratitude would come when he wasn't scared of getting suspended and has he manipulated himself to get out of the locker he found himself tripping and stumbling towards Renee finally finding himself reaching her accidentally grabbing her towel (for balance) and pulling it downward and out of her grasp. As the towel hit the ground -and Blood Boy soon to follow- he found himself isolated in a place he most definably wouldn't want to be and a place that most movie goers wouldn't see until Miss Valenti's career hit rock bottom.
He found himself with his face smack in the middle of Renee's adolescent breasts, both of his hands positioned on them to maintain balance.
"My man got too familiar and I’d ended up having to whoop his ass, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually. He’s a habitual line stepper.” -Charlie Murphy
V8 Relationship Thread
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
Reneé probably would have believed what he said about the baseball team. The jocks in this school were at least as savage as she used to be back when she lived in New Jersey, and it probably was not luck that a celebrity like her would have naturally been on their good side.
But then the little weirdo seemed to trip forward and try to grab her to keep himself from falling down. The good news was that Blood Boy didn't fall down. The bad news was that in doing so he'd pulled off her towel and was hanging onto her in the worst possible place.
The awkwardness of her situation caused Renée's face to go almost as red as her hair and her body to tingle in fear. It was as much the chill of the cold locker room brushing against her now-fully-exposed body as it was the little weirdo's hands clutching where men should not. If it weren't for the light din of the nearby showers, one could probably hear her whimpering and probably even sniveling as angry tension started to build up within her. It was probably a perfectly normal (per se) if not reflexive reaction by a teenaged female to find some scrawny nerd stripping her naked and then groping her.
She grabbed the scrawny little boy by the shoulders and proceeded to slam him to the ground and pin him by those joints.
"What do you think you're doing!?" she shouted, her face twisted in anger. She was not only seething, but had also become oblivious to her clear nudity, which was bound to get noticed sooner or later. The only thing she was focusing on right now was whatever eyes lay through that strange mask that Blood Boy always wore.
But then the little weirdo seemed to trip forward and try to grab her to keep himself from falling down. The good news was that Blood Boy didn't fall down. The bad news was that in doing so he'd pulled off her towel and was hanging onto her in the worst possible place.
The awkwardness of her situation caused Renée's face to go almost as red as her hair and her body to tingle in fear. It was as much the chill of the cold locker room brushing against her now-fully-exposed body as it was the little weirdo's hands clutching where men should not. If it weren't for the light din of the nearby showers, one could probably hear her whimpering and probably even sniveling as angry tension started to build up within her. It was probably a perfectly normal (per se) if not reflexive reaction by a teenaged female to find some scrawny nerd stripping her naked and then groping her.
She grabbed the scrawny little boy by the shoulders and proceeded to slam him to the ground and pin him by those joints.
"What do you think you're doing!?" she shouted, her face twisted in anger. She was not only seething, but had also become oblivious to her clear nudity, which was bound to get noticed sooner or later. The only thing she was focusing on right now was whatever eyes lay through that strange mask that Blood Boy always wore.
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She felt him attempt to grab his shoulders, even in the heat and the embarrassment of staring at pale red headed curves Blood Boy was attentive. People don't pick on Blood Boy for a reason, that for much was certain and while his eyes would stray momentarily to study the girl the anger on her face and the fervor in which she attempted to bring him down, Blood Boy found himself staring around the locker room filled with women, he knew a fight in her would alert them and for once Blood Boy had considered what had happened only weeks before. This could be the school's opportunity to kick him out permanently.
Anyways as she pushed down, Blood Boy ducked down and moved forward, this action caused Renee -who was already going forward- to be in a perfect fireman's carry, using the rest of his strength Blood Boy found himself running out of the locker room with his only witness on his back, ignoring her protests and strikes as he finally reached back the Gymnasium Hallway (i.e. the main hallway) and placed Renee down, not bothering too look at her.
"Sorry for that, but I couldn't let them find me...really getting in trouble for the douche bag actions of other people would be far too much...", he didn't really know what to say so he once again stared at the girl and noticed the great mistake in his fool proof plan to survive the Baseball teams assault on his character. Renee was still naked as the day she was born.
"Well...isn't this a proble-"
His voice was cut off by the bell ringing and hundreds of students coming into the hallway, all of them stopping silently as they stared at the sight before them. In an instant phones where out, pictures where taken, rumors where started, and hoots where heard. Apparently Blood Boy's social outcast status was contagious.
Anyways as she pushed down, Blood Boy ducked down and moved forward, this action caused Renee -who was already going forward- to be in a perfect fireman's carry, using the rest of his strength Blood Boy found himself running out of the locker room with his only witness on his back, ignoring her protests and strikes as he finally reached back the Gymnasium Hallway (i.e. the main hallway) and placed Renee down, not bothering too look at her.
"Sorry for that, but I couldn't let them find me...really getting in trouble for the douche bag actions of other people would be far too much...", he didn't really know what to say so he once again stared at the girl and noticed the great mistake in his fool proof plan to survive the Baseball teams assault on his character. Renee was still naked as the day she was born.
"Well...isn't this a proble-"
His voice was cut off by the bell ringing and hundreds of students coming into the hallway, all of them stopping silently as they stared at the sight before them. In an instant phones where out, pictures where taken, rumors where started, and hoots where heard. Apparently Blood Boy's social outcast status was contagious.
"My man got too familiar and I’d ended up having to whoop his ass, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually. He’s a habitual line stepper.” -Charlie Murphy
V8 Relationship Thread
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
The little pervert who had surprised Reneé proved to be more than just the usual run-of-the-mill wheezer proceeded to surprise her yet again by slipping from her pin and proceeding to carry her up like a victim of a house fire. What was particularly surprising about it was that she was by no means one of those anorexic vegetarians that normally filled the Hollywood female rank, and Blood Boy still managed to hold on. They'd managed to escape before any of the other girls in the locker room got to the original commotion...but then the bell rang.
For Reneé, it might as well have been the deathly clang of a cathedral bell.
((Continued from Round One, Fight One; Paul vs. Troy))
In seconds they were surrounded by hundreds of students gawking at the sight of the school super-freak abducting the school Hollywood star. One of them being Troy McCann, who seemed to be beaming as he took pictures from his Verizon phone and making comments about how this was going to earn him some respect...or at least some good "Rapidshit". His only regret, it seemed, was that his parents didn't sign him up with the more gangsta Boost Mobile.
But for the now-exposed redhead celebrity, finding photos of this incident on every blog conceivable and the resounding consequences to her career and life suddenly started to rush through her head. The firing from her contract, being disowned by her parents, every worst-case scenario up to and including being relegated to the porn industry. That, of course, got reflected in her facial expression, which was not just redder than her hair, but also cringed... not in any form of sexual pleasure but in utter and complete anger. If Reneé didn't look like she was going to make Blood Boy the next Rodney King before the locker room, she certainly looked like she was going to now. It was time to unleash the raging redhead within.
With a sudden jolt of strength, Renee turned herself around in such a manner that she spun the freak off of his balance (a fireman's carry was only effective on limp victims, after all), bringing both of them down to the linoleum. Ren then proceeded to take the "scrawny little fuck!" (as she screamed out loud) into a headlock that she hoped would cause his eyes to bug out of the mask's slots. And with any luck, BB's position "as it were" might be able to conceal at least Reneé's frontside from any more unnecessary exposure.
For Reneé, it might as well have been the deathly clang of a cathedral bell.
((Continued from Round One, Fight One; Paul vs. Troy))
In seconds they were surrounded by hundreds of students gawking at the sight of the school super-freak abducting the school Hollywood star. One of them being Troy McCann, who seemed to be beaming as he took pictures from his Verizon phone and making comments about how this was going to earn him some respect...or at least some good "Rapidshit". His only regret, it seemed, was that his parents didn't sign him up with the more gangsta Boost Mobile.
But for the now-exposed redhead celebrity, finding photos of this incident on every blog conceivable and the resounding consequences to her career and life suddenly started to rush through her head. The firing from her contract, being disowned by her parents, every worst-case scenario up to and including being relegated to the porn industry. That, of course, got reflected in her facial expression, which was not just redder than her hair, but also cringed... not in any form of sexual pleasure but in utter and complete anger. If Reneé didn't look like she was going to make Blood Boy the next Rodney King before the locker room, she certainly looked like she was going to now. It was time to unleash the raging redhead within.
With a sudden jolt of strength, Renee turned herself around in such a manner that she spun the freak off of his balance (a fireman's carry was only effective on limp victims, after all), bringing both of them down to the linoleum. Ren then proceeded to take the "scrawny little fuck!" (as she screamed out loud) into a headlock that she hoped would cause his eyes to bug out of the mask's slots. And with any luck, BB's position "as it were" might be able to conceal at least Reneé's frontside from any more unnecessary exposure.
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Christian Rydell was walking down the hallway, when he noticed an utterly massive group of people crowding near someone. He also heard yelling. That couldn't be good. But, what he saw made an already great day even better. The sight of a completely nude Renee Valenti was something he really didn't want to miss. Or rather, his camera didn't. So, he shoved his way through the crowd. Of course, another figure happened to be quite close to Renee. That was the oft-referred to Blood Boy, though Christian doubted that was his real name. The... (well, he didn't want to call him a freak, but what other words were there?) boy... was being choked half-to-death by Renee, her body tightly pushed against hers. Christian muttered to his friend, "Kinky, yeah?" He pulled out his camera, and waited for a point to get a sho- Wait a minute. Christian took a step back. This was a person here, would he really want to be contributing to the worst moment in her life? Would she remember his face, he wondered?
Probably not. Christian pushed back through the crowd and took a picture from his camera. A good investment. He carried it wherever he went, just for moments when he really needed it. He was quite glad, too. Only, though, he could wonder WHY she was wrestling Blood Boy to the ground, or why she was naked. Well, it probably didn't matter to him anyways. Other people were thinking up their own reasons, too... They might've been set up, he thought. He said this to the guy next to him, but it fell on deaf ears, as he was already talking his mouth off with some other people. In any case, it was definitely going to go down as one of the more memorable events at Southridge.
((Christian continued Elsewhere))
Probably not. Christian pushed back through the crowd and took a picture from his camera. A good investment. He carried it wherever he went, just for moments when he really needed it. He was quite glad, too. Only, though, he could wonder WHY she was wrestling Blood Boy to the ground, or why she was naked. Well, it probably didn't matter to him anyways. Other people were thinking up their own reasons, too... They might've been set up, he thought. He said this to the guy next to him, but it fell on deaf ears, as he was already talking his mouth off with some other people. In any case, it was definitely going to go down as one of the more memorable events at Southridge.
((Christian continued Elsewhere))
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Blood Boy was surprised to find himself in the headlock, but instead simply maintained his calm mind. Renee was not a fighter, that much was for sure and due to her rather unorthodox fighting style she managed to mess up the headlock quite a bit, for one she had gotten the headlock around his temples which made the situation very easy to get out of, but also she had neglected to make sure that he lacked the use of his limbs - which of course increased the chance of him fighting back and as she continued to attempt to tighten her grip he figured that before the plastic of his mask became bent he might as well finish this whole thing up.
Placing his free hand upon Renee's backside he bended his knees and lifted her up all the while moving towards the right and straightening his back, this of course caused Renee to once again be removed from the ground and caused her and Blood Boy to be in a rather standard "New couple" position, with his hand on his backside maintaining strength. Of course this meant her arms would most likely go downwards to the more vulnerable part of his neck, he thought quickly and realized now a quick and effective way to get a naked girl off of him.
Manipulating his fingers at a quick pace he moved his hand that was positioned on her backside forward a bit and made sure his fingers found themselves grasping at her inner thigh (a place with a large amount of pressure points) if anything the shock of this would free him up, but just in case she didn't react in complete shock he made sure his other free arm would be found hammer fisting Renee in her face.
Placing his free hand upon Renee's backside he bended his knees and lifted her up all the while moving towards the right and straightening his back, this of course caused Renee to once again be removed from the ground and caused her and Blood Boy to be in a rather standard "New couple" position, with his hand on his backside maintaining strength. Of course this meant her arms would most likely go downwards to the more vulnerable part of his neck, he thought quickly and realized now a quick and effective way to get a naked girl off of him.
Manipulating his fingers at a quick pace he moved his hand that was positioned on her backside forward a bit and made sure his fingers found themselves grasping at her inner thigh (a place with a large amount of pressure points) if anything the shock of this would free him up, but just in case she didn't react in complete shock he made sure his other free arm would be found hammer fisting Renee in her face.
"My man got too familiar and I’d ended up having to whoop his ass, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually. He’s a habitual line stepper.” -Charlie Murphy
V8 Relationship Thread
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
Reneé was probably too caught up in her own rage to notice that she hadn't formed a tight-enough headlock on the masked pervert. Neither did she notice that her rage had put her into a position that Blood Boy could easily exploit. If anything, she'd probably have expected him to land a few punches then try to escape back into the crowd.
Suddenly it was as if Reneé's eyes were about to bug out of their own sockets. She choke-gasped as that disfigured little runt's fingers made their way to a rather vulnerable part of her leg (that she probably didn't know was that vulnerable anyway) and pinched it, exacerbating the extra physical strain from the fact that this bizarre hold-up was how he was holding her above the ground like that in the first place. Were this the privacy of her bedroom, and Blood Boy someone less (i.e. a LOT less) freakish, it'd probably be somewhat arousing. That said, this sort of pinching in front of what was probably already half the student population caused a completely opposite reaction. Being the type of girl who never liked to take this sort of thing in fear left her only option as violent resistance.
Holding on to the freak's neck with one hand, she quickly curled her other hand's fingers into a very tight fist and screamed as she launched it straight at Blood Boy's mask. She actually felt two sets of pains when it impacted...one being the fairly hard plastic that made up the little weirdo's mask transferring into her hand...and the other being Blood Boy's fist striking the side of her head, just behind her ear. All of a sudden the crowd's reactions didn't seem to matter to her...she just wanted to beat this fucker to the ground and then get the hell out before her life sank even further below the rock bottom it was heading to.
As soon as she could recoil her fist from his mask, she sent it straight back again...though her new injuries might have prevented any further punches from having that same accuracy.
Suddenly it was as if Reneé's eyes were about to bug out of their own sockets. She choke-gasped as that disfigured little runt's fingers made their way to a rather vulnerable part of her leg (that she probably didn't know was that vulnerable anyway) and pinched it, exacerbating the extra physical strain from the fact that this bizarre hold-up was how he was holding her above the ground like that in the first place. Were this the privacy of her bedroom, and Blood Boy someone less (i.e. a LOT less) freakish, it'd probably be somewhat arousing. That said, this sort of pinching in front of what was probably already half the student population caused a completely opposite reaction. Being the type of girl who never liked to take this sort of thing in fear left her only option as violent resistance.
Holding on to the freak's neck with one hand, she quickly curled her other hand's fingers into a very tight fist and screamed as she launched it straight at Blood Boy's mask. She actually felt two sets of pains when it impacted...one being the fairly hard plastic that made up the little weirdo's mask transferring into her hand...and the other being Blood Boy's fist striking the side of her head, just behind her ear. All of a sudden the crowd's reactions didn't seem to matter to her...she just wanted to beat this fucker to the ground and then get the hell out before her life sank even further below the rock bottom it was heading to.
As soon as she could recoil her fist from his mask, she sent it straight back again...though her new injuries might have prevented any further punches from having that same accuracy.
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Blood Boy was smaller than most. He never was taught how to fight and he had absolutely no social skills, but perhaps the trait that had helped him defeat all of his tormentors in the past (with the exception the baseball team, but then again if they where watching the situation they pretty much would severely doubt him "losing" their fight) was his mental skills. His magic had prepared him for what would be his most defining fighting skill: his unpredictability and as soon as Renee threw her punch -with the intention of hitting him in the face before his own punch hit her- Blood Boy had changed the course of his fist, instead opening it and grabbing Renee's wrist.
His hand now withdrew from her thigh as he brought them up to her arm, slipping them under the elbow and then twisting the arm upwards with the hand that had the wrist, the arm at the elbow pretty much served as a fulcrum as he twisted upwards, normally this was used as a jujitsu submission, but in this free place away from referee's there was only one way this move could end. There was no tap outs. And Blood Boy's strength -aided by the speed and power of the punch- was focused on doing one thing and one thing only.
Breaking his attackers arm.
Of course now that he was holding her she could drop down, but that'd only hurt her more than help her, with gravity adding it's strength to his own it would be possible that not only her arm be mangled beyond repair, but that her hip bone be broken as well.
"You should've listened when I told you this was all a misunderstanding.", he would find himself grunting when the move was finished.
His hand now withdrew from her thigh as he brought them up to her arm, slipping them under the elbow and then twisting the arm upwards with the hand that had the wrist, the arm at the elbow pretty much served as a fulcrum as he twisted upwards, normally this was used as a jujitsu submission, but in this free place away from referee's there was only one way this move could end. There was no tap outs. And Blood Boy's strength -aided by the speed and power of the punch- was focused on doing one thing and one thing only.
Breaking his attackers arm.
Of course now that he was holding her she could drop down, but that'd only hurt her more than help her, with gravity adding it's strength to his own it would be possible that not only her arm be mangled beyond repair, but that her hip bone be broken as well.
"You should've listened when I told you this was all a misunderstanding.", he would find himself grunting when the move was finished.
"My man got too familiar and I’d ended up having to whoop his ass, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually. He’s a habitual line stepper.” -Charlie Murphy
V8 Relationship Thread
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
Renee's punches had power from her rage, but after the first punch, they lacked direction, and the power was going everywhere. The good news was, it seemed the first one did manage to get her back on her feet on solid ground. Trying to return for the second one brought the bad news. Within the span of a few seconds she found herself turned around and her arm twisted back.
She shrieked painfully as the muscles in her arm started to pull and tear. She didn't have time to be thankful that her physical build was now that thin, single thread between having the bone dislocated and her arm twisted in ways that she'd seen acrobats do on Ripley's, let alone twisted right off. Still, the injury already caused would require intense physical therapy along with what would be regular psychiatric visits for the rest of her life, the only solace being that she didn't completely lose the use of her respective hand. There was something deep within her that couldn't help but tell her that she deserved it though...and it wasn't the stinging pain in her thigh. There was also nothing she could do to resist now.
"Please...stop...stop this...Damien stop..." she whimpered almost incoherently as tears started to drip from her eyes. Having her arm broken would put the final nail in her career's coffin. Yet even she'd never expected to utter that name from her own mouth for the first time in more than a year. Of course, she'd never expected to have been surprised in a locker room, groped, and brought out for the world to see (and for Troy to make a good, steady profit from.) "I'm sorry...please...youjustshouldn'thave..."
"Goddammit, move!" Troy shouted, having found himself with Blood Boy between Reneé and his camera lens. "Ain't no money in injuries, man! Tha's just sick!"
She shrieked painfully as the muscles in her arm started to pull and tear. She didn't have time to be thankful that her physical build was now that thin, single thread between having the bone dislocated and her arm twisted in ways that she'd seen acrobats do on Ripley's, let alone twisted right off. Still, the injury already caused would require intense physical therapy along with what would be regular psychiatric visits for the rest of her life, the only solace being that she didn't completely lose the use of her respective hand. There was something deep within her that couldn't help but tell her that she deserved it though...and it wasn't the stinging pain in her thigh. There was also nothing she could do to resist now.
"Please...stop...stop this...Damien stop..." she whimpered almost incoherently as tears started to drip from her eyes. Having her arm broken would put the final nail in her career's coffin. Yet even she'd never expected to utter that name from her own mouth for the first time in more than a year. Of course, she'd never expected to have been surprised in a locker room, groped, and brought out for the world to see (and for Troy to make a good, steady profit from.) "I'm sorry...please...youjustshouldn'thave..."
"Goddammit, move!" Troy shouted, having found himself with Blood Boy between Reneé and his camera lens. "Ain't no money in injuries, man! Tha's just sick!"
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Blood Boy let go of the lock, took of his jacket to reveal his skinny form barely concealed by a white t-shirt and placed it over Renee Valenti, finally covering her as he turned to face Troy, if his mask was off Troy would've seen him narrowing his eyes and staring at him bitterly.
"Stop taking pictures Troy, enough is enough," Blood Boy bellowed as he stared at the wangsta who merely shrugged Blood Boy off and attempted to take pictures of the now covered and defeated Renee, Blood Boy continued to stare at the boy before placing his hand on Troy's shoulder, he repeated himself once more and was surprised as Troy cocked his hand back and said.
"Nigga you trying to mess with another boys game?!"
The punch came quickly and Blood Boy fired off his left palm just as quickly intercepting the blow and bringing in his right arm to Troy's elbow, similar to the one he had gotten Renee in. Instead of wrenching the arm back fast enough to separate the joints and seriously damage the boys arm, Blood Boy would twist his body to his left a little, pulling the limb enough to take his opponent completely out of balance and send him to the ground a foot or so away, a little scuffed and perhaps with some pain in his arm from the toss, but in no condition that would prevent him from continuing this fight....
There would be no continuing the fight though because just as the boy fell down Blood Boy found himself giving a very iconic "This is Sparta!" kick to the back of the now fallen wangsta's head, the brain shaking radically and the force of the kick not only stunning the wangsta, but knocking him out completely. It must've been surreal to find the skinny boy standing erect in front of the half-naked sobbing girl and limp body of his attacker, but Blood Boy was not finished as he wrenched Troy's cell phone out of his hand, placed it on the floor and stomped on it, destroying it in one move.
"No one is going to profit because of anyone else's suffering today, unless they want to get it ten times worse.", he felt brave, he felt cool, and a power that he felt he lacked before overcame him as he saw hundreds of fingers horridly delete the pictures of Miss Valenti off their phone, only a few didn't do it, but for the most part the only memory of the incident was in the crowd's mind or at least Blood Boy thought that is why the incident would be remembered, instead people found themselves screaming and cheering for Blood Boy, not ridiculing him or overwhelming him with their numbers in response to beating up two of their own.
Over the chanting and cheering, over the girls winking at him -he could only assume they wouldn't be if they knew what was under his mask- Blood Boy turned to Renee, grabbed her arm and went to help her up.
"Let's get you to the Vice Principal's office...", he knew punishment would come soon, you simply do not get away with injuring two people, but as he walked through the halls towards the office and heard the security finally coming in to break things up and quiet people down one thing remained.
The crowds constant chanting -like they where at a pep-rally cheering on the team- of "Blood Boy!", he found himself smiling underneath his mask, if only he could get them to do it for his actual name.
((Continued in Up is Down))
Blood Boy let go of the lock, took of his jacket to reveal his skinny form barely concealed by a white t-shirt and placed it over Renee Valenti, finally covering her as he turned to face Troy, if his mask was off Troy would've seen him narrowing his eyes and staring at him bitterly.
"Stop taking pictures Troy, enough is enough," Blood Boy bellowed as he stared at the wangsta who merely shrugged Blood Boy off and attempted to take pictures of the now covered and defeated Renee, Blood Boy continued to stare at the boy before placing his hand on Troy's shoulder, he repeated himself once more and was surprised as Troy cocked his hand back and said.
"Nigga you trying to mess with another boys game?!"
The punch came quickly and Blood Boy fired off his left palm just as quickly intercepting the blow and bringing in his right arm to Troy's elbow, similar to the one he had gotten Renee in. Instead of wrenching the arm back fast enough to separate the joints and seriously damage the boys arm, Blood Boy would twist his body to his left a little, pulling the limb enough to take his opponent completely out of balance and send him to the ground a foot or so away, a little scuffed and perhaps with some pain in his arm from the toss, but in no condition that would prevent him from continuing this fight....
There would be no continuing the fight though because just as the boy fell down Blood Boy found himself giving a very iconic "This is Sparta!" kick to the back of the now fallen wangsta's head, the brain shaking radically and the force of the kick not only stunning the wangsta, but knocking him out completely. It must've been surreal to find the skinny boy standing erect in front of the half-naked sobbing girl and limp body of his attacker, but Blood Boy was not finished as he wrenched Troy's cell phone out of his hand, placed it on the floor and stomped on it, destroying it in one move.
"No one is going to profit because of anyone else's suffering today, unless they want to get it ten times worse.", he felt brave, he felt cool, and a power that he felt he lacked before overcame him as he saw hundreds of fingers horridly delete the pictures of Miss Valenti off their phone, only a few didn't do it, but for the most part the only memory of the incident was in the crowd's mind or at least Blood Boy thought that is why the incident would be remembered, instead people found themselves screaming and cheering for Blood Boy, not ridiculing him or overwhelming him with their numbers in response to beating up two of their own.
Over the chanting and cheering, over the girls winking at him -he could only assume they wouldn't be if they knew what was under his mask- Blood Boy turned to Renee, grabbed her arm and went to help her up.
"Let's get you to the Vice Principal's office...", he knew punishment would come soon, you simply do not get away with injuring two people, but as he walked through the halls towards the office and heard the security finally coming in to break things up and quiet people down one thing remained.
The crowds constant chanting -like they where at a pep-rally cheering on the team- of "Blood Boy!", he found himself smiling underneath his mask, if only he could get them to do it for his actual name.
((Continued in Up is Down))
"My man got too familiar and I’d ended up having to whoop his ass, man, you know. Because he would step across the line. Habitually. He’s a habitual line stepper.” -Charlie Murphy
V8 Relationship Thread
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wylin'
The next few moments seemed like a blur for the injured redhead. As soon as BB's jacket went around her, she proceeded to collapse to the ground and tried to hold her arm close. The hand attached to that arm sometimes twitched and spasmed from the pain of the arm nearly being wrenched in two from the inside. She didn't seem to notice another set of pained cries from her surroundings, but at that point, she didn't care. She just wanted it to be over.
But when the crowd started to chant that little freak's name, it was over in a way that she didn't want it to be. She let BB help her up, if only because she didn't notice that it was BB from her daze. It didn't take long for her to recognize who helped her though.
She immediately yanked off the jacket and - cradling her injured arm at breast level to conceal what she could and save whatever tiny shreds of dignity she had left - made a break right back into the locker room from whence she came, passing several toweled girls. That break was short lived due to the pain in her leg, causing her to actually limp the last few steps. She didn't look back as she sobbed tears that were far more real than the ones she'd "cried" as a teen star. And she was still sobbing when she reached the nearest empty shower stall and locked herself in. As soon as the latch clicked into place, she used her free arm to pull the shower knob, unleashing a torrent of cold water that drenched her. She then leaned against the wall and slumped, her back rubbing against the tile until she appeared to have curled up on the floor.
She wasn't just afraid of the damage done to her career now. That was insignificant when she realized that she still had her agents and "spin doctors" to portray this as an brutal attack by a school pervert. No, she was now more afraid of the person who had not only brutalized her but "defended" her "dignity" against one of those little fucks who was trying to exploit the moment. That masked freak could have probably taken the kid's cellphone and snatched up the juiciest pics to salivate and maybe even pleasure himself over. The mask gave him all the looks of a stalker, too. For all she knew, that kid would - and could - infiltrate her house and actually rape her while she slept and get away with it. Maybe even murder her.
For all Reneé Valenti knew, that kid could might as well have been the masked specter of Damien, coming back to exact some long-deserved karma on her, and karma that would be paid in dividends for the rest of her natural life.
"Oh God...please...make it stop..." she whimpered as the shower water drenched her, trying to let it suppress the the various forms of pain that currently wracked this falling star's body. She could only wish it were just some bad dream now, because the pain and humiliation felt all too real.
But when the crowd started to chant that little freak's name, it was over in a way that she didn't want it to be. She let BB help her up, if only because she didn't notice that it was BB from her daze. It didn't take long for her to recognize who helped her though.
She immediately yanked off the jacket and - cradling her injured arm at breast level to conceal what she could and save whatever tiny shreds of dignity she had left - made a break right back into the locker room from whence she came, passing several toweled girls. That break was short lived due to the pain in her leg, causing her to actually limp the last few steps. She didn't look back as she sobbed tears that were far more real than the ones she'd "cried" as a teen star. And she was still sobbing when she reached the nearest empty shower stall and locked herself in. As soon as the latch clicked into place, she used her free arm to pull the shower knob, unleashing a torrent of cold water that drenched her. She then leaned against the wall and slumped, her back rubbing against the tile until she appeared to have curled up on the floor.
She wasn't just afraid of the damage done to her career now. That was insignificant when she realized that she still had her agents and "spin doctors" to portray this as an brutal attack by a school pervert. No, she was now more afraid of the person who had not only brutalized her but "defended" her "dignity" against one of those little fucks who was trying to exploit the moment. That masked freak could have probably taken the kid's cellphone and snatched up the juiciest pics to salivate and maybe even pleasure himself over. The mask gave him all the looks of a stalker, too. For all she knew, that kid would - and could - infiltrate her house and actually rape her while she slept and get away with it. Maybe even murder her.
For all Reneé Valenti knew, that kid could might as well have been the masked specter of Damien, coming back to exact some long-deserved karma on her, and karma that would be paid in dividends for the rest of her natural life.
"Oh God...please...make it stop..." she whimpered as the shower water drenched her, trying to let it suppress the the various forms of pain that currently wracked this falling star's body. She could only wish it were just some bad dream now, because the pain and humiliation felt all too real.
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((Katie continued from Out on the Town and Out of the Closet
Chris Joesi continued from.... um.... nowhere...))
Katie was a little late getting out of her class, and so only arrived on the scene after all of the excitement had passed. Obviously something had happened, you didn't get a hallway full of students chanting 'Blood Boy' on any normal day. Katie saw said... freak? Crazy? Disturbed? guy go past her, totally unreadable, although when you wore a mask all of the time, that was no great achievment.
Of course, since she hadn't seen any part of what had happened, Katie had no idea of the dramatic events which the hallway had been home too. That would change quickly. Lurking on the fringes of the crowd was a relatively familiar face, his hat, at least, was unmistakable. There was only one guy in her grade that wore a cowboy hat, indoors at that.
"Chris! Average Joe, what the heck happened here?" Chris turned around, a bit of a smirk on his face.
"High almighty Miss Valenti got put in her place that's what. It was aw-!" Chris' memory had some fatal gaps in it in this respect, either that, or his knowledge. He didn't know, or couldn't recall, for instance, that Katie was one of 'Miss Valenti's' closest friends at Southridge high school. As it did sometimes, anxiety and irritation at Chris' tone caused Katie's anger to tick over. She grabbed Chris by the lapels and slammed him against the wall, despite being a good three inches smaller and nowhere near as strong as him. Chris looked more surprised than hurt.
"Perhaps you don't know Rio is one of my best friends Chris?" 'Average' shook his head wordlessly. "Don't ever talk about her like that in front of me again. Where did she go?" Chris managed to speak.
"I-into the girls locker room," Katie looked at him, and smiled, mock brightly.
"Thank you so much," she dashed off, pushing through the crowd to get to said locker room. Chris remained, looking after her, even after she disappeared into the crowd, stunned at the little explosion of anger from a girl who had a reputation was one of the nicest and caring girls in the school. Chris straightened up his hat (glad that he was at the back of the crowd and nobody had seen what happened) and discretely walked away in the opposite direction.
Katie made it to the other side of the crowd in short order, everybody too caught up in gossiping about the events to bother stopping her from pushing through. As she walked, she got the general gist of what had happened, causing her to become even angrier - mostly focused towards Blood Boy and Troy McCann (wasn't he being supported on somebody's arm back there?) but her immediate concern was to talk to her friend.
Reaching the showers, Katie needed no direction to find where her friend was - she could trace the sobs from here. Katie walked right up to the door and put her head up against it, the sounds of crying clear even above the sound of the shower water.
"Reneé? Rio? That's you in there right? I heard about what happened. Are you ..." Katie trailed off. Of course she wasn't okay, what kind of stupid question to ask was that?
((Chris continued Elsewhere))
Chris Joesi continued from.... um.... nowhere...))
Katie was a little late getting out of her class, and so only arrived on the scene after all of the excitement had passed. Obviously something had happened, you didn't get a hallway full of students chanting 'Blood Boy' on any normal day. Katie saw said... freak? Crazy? Disturbed? guy go past her, totally unreadable, although when you wore a mask all of the time, that was no great achievment.
Of course, since she hadn't seen any part of what had happened, Katie had no idea of the dramatic events which the hallway had been home too. That would change quickly. Lurking on the fringes of the crowd was a relatively familiar face, his hat, at least, was unmistakable. There was only one guy in her grade that wore a cowboy hat, indoors at that.
"Chris! Average Joe, what the heck happened here?" Chris turned around, a bit of a smirk on his face.
"High almighty Miss Valenti got put in her place that's what. It was aw-!" Chris' memory had some fatal gaps in it in this respect, either that, or his knowledge. He didn't know, or couldn't recall, for instance, that Katie was one of 'Miss Valenti's' closest friends at Southridge high school. As it did sometimes, anxiety and irritation at Chris' tone caused Katie's anger to tick over. She grabbed Chris by the lapels and slammed him against the wall, despite being a good three inches smaller and nowhere near as strong as him. Chris looked more surprised than hurt.
"Perhaps you don't know Rio is one of my best friends Chris?" 'Average' shook his head wordlessly. "Don't ever talk about her like that in front of me again. Where did she go?" Chris managed to speak.
"I-into the girls locker room," Katie looked at him, and smiled, mock brightly.
"Thank you so much," she dashed off, pushing through the crowd to get to said locker room. Chris remained, looking after her, even after she disappeared into the crowd, stunned at the little explosion of anger from a girl who had a reputation was one of the nicest and caring girls in the school. Chris straightened up his hat (glad that he was at the back of the crowd and nobody had seen what happened) and discretely walked away in the opposite direction.
Katie made it to the other side of the crowd in short order, everybody too caught up in gossiping about the events to bother stopping her from pushing through. As she walked, she got the general gist of what had happened, causing her to become even angrier - mostly focused towards Blood Boy and Troy McCann (wasn't he being supported on somebody's arm back there?) but her immediate concern was to talk to her friend.
Reaching the showers, Katie needed no direction to find where her friend was - she could trace the sobs from here. Katie walked right up to the door and put her head up against it, the sounds of crying clear even above the sound of the shower water.
"Reneé? Rio? That's you in there right? I heard about what happened. Are you ..." Katie trailed off. Of course she wasn't okay, what kind of stupid question to ask was that?
((Chris continued Elsewhere))
The cold shower water wasn't doing anything for her arm, though the arousal (whatever there was, however slight) caused by Blood Boy's rather unorthodox defensive move was already long gone. Rio could hear the crowd outside cheering and gossiping, but not quite dissipating, and she knew it was a matter of time before the female members of said mob re-entered the locker to rub salt onto the worst day of her life. In fact, she could already hear someone call her name, and although the hard-plastic shower stall barrier prevented her from seeing all but the person's feet, the mere sound of someone's voice triggered a last-ditch defensive response.
"OHGOD-Leavemealoneplease....leave me...don't...I don't..." Reneé was barely coherent through her sobs, or her red hair. "DamienI'm...sorryplease..."
"OHGOD-Leavemealoneplease....leave me...don't...I don't..." Reneé was barely coherent through her sobs, or her red hair. "DamienI'm...sorryplease..."
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