[center] Thalia Rayne Gymnasium [/center] The young woman had been so far inside of her trance that she hadn’t heard the man walk up to her, his voice startling her out of rhythm as she turned on her and sent a savage punch toward his solar plexus without thinking, the fist not even connecting before she had hooked a foot around the back of his leg and pulled. It appeared that she had enough experience to know when to trick someone at least, even if she didn’t actively practice any martial arts. There was a cold fury in her eyes as she moved, a boiling hatred barely withheld by the trance she had put herself into as she moved and the touch of flesh woke her from this stupor. She most likely wouldn’t put him off his feet by the size of him, though his balance would have been skewed enough that she could dance back out of reach and she did indeed; with several feet between them now she saw the punching bag swinging from the corner of her eye. She blinked menacing red eyes finding his more passive dark ones from where they had been watching her; the whole of her body told that she was on the ready, fingers flexing, wrists turning, bouncing slightly where she stood on the balls of her feet. [color=ed145b]“Martial arts are predictable.”[/color] Thalia gave him the once over, openly looking him up and down though she gave to remarks on his appearance, only turned back to the punching bag once she’d deemed him not a threat, fore if he had meant to harm her he would have hit her while she was practicing the first time. This time, as she threw her punches she measured them and listened quite intently on her surrounding area, waiting to see if he really would go back to attack her again. She bounced off the ground on her feet, just barely an inch off the flooring, and looked at him as she landed again, another inch away from the punching bag.[color=ed145b] “If I can’t handle a bit of pain, then I can’t finish the fight. I won’t win the next one.”[/color] It was clear by the way she hit it harder, her hand throbbing in pain, and an angry red starting to spread across her hand from the force that which she was putting into her punches; she was angry and this was her way of venting, it was taking everything she had not to turn on the man and beat him to death like she had several others before in seemingly random fits of rage.[color=ed145b] “End the fight fast; don’t get hit. That’s how it works.”[/color] [@KaiserAuto] [hr] [center] Kain Hail Rooftop [/center] She was acting very much like herself, the young woman he was engaged to, and very much like he expected her too with her being engaged to the young heir of a yakuza family in Japan. He hadn’t wanted her to hurt him but couldn’t stop her without hurting her or showing him the power he had over everything he could get hold of. She really was brutal, when she hit him with the bat and he sat back, his hands behind his back while he let his girlfriend give him a heavy beating. He had to admit, he was impressed by the brutality and the severity in which she beat him and how she turned on her hell and walked away. That was when Kain moved again, jogging over to the girl and catching her by the wrist to pull her toward him, kissing her on the lips softly before he shooed her away. [color=9e0b0f]“Go now. I’ll see you later. I have business to attend to.”[/color] With the girl gone he turned to the young male, now raised on his knees, and crouched next to him with a sad smile on his lips. [color=9e0b0f]“Now why would you try to give me away, Charlie? Are you jealous?”[/color] He asked the man, looking him in the eye in such a way that he didn’t look angry, though he didn’t look happy or sad either; he was just . . . nothing. Kain showed no emotion to the man as he spat on his shoe and tried to stand, which in turn made the demon stand and look down at the blond jock. [color=9e0b0f]“Now that my friend, was just plain moronic,”[/color] He responded, flicking his wrist toward the chain link fence and the boy lifted off the ground, flying toward it with a force that bent the steel bars and the demon stepped toward him, his hands fixing the vest and tucking in his shirt again. [color=9e0b0f]“I think it’s time your contract came due, don’t you think so too?” [/color]Kain smiled at the man, a vicious and unforgiving smile. [color=9e0b0f]“You shouldn’t touch what isn’t yours Charlie.”[/color] And the boy dropped from the roof. He hit the ground with a sickening smack, bloody and crushed, and with almost every bone in his body broken; a scream sang out into the air while the demon looked over the rail at the corpse on the ground, breathing in the soul he now owned and possessed, preparing to send it off to the rest of his horde back down in Hell. That was when the girl looked up and saw him watching, too far away to really identify him though if she really remember then she may end up a problem sooner rather than later. He sighed and snapped his fingers, vanishing into thin air again. [@ThatWeirdChick] [hr] [center] Emilia Song Swimming Pool [/center] The young woman woke early that day, having just been transferred to this new school because of the pool that they boasted and the possibility of romance and love. The young mermaid was weak to the mere thoughts, possibilities of romance, love and loss and tragedies, beginnings and ends. It was all very appealing to the girl who sat on the leather seat of the truck, waiting until they arrived at the school. She wore a frilled black dress, with white hems and accents everywhere that there was a difference in the patterns. Her hair was long and down, hanging over her ears and her shoulders, her bangs blowing in the breeze as the man helped her into her wheelchair and laid a blanket over her lower half to hide her and keep her warm and safe from the prying eyes of the humans. They had made it not long after school, and plenty of students seemed to already be moving toward the building where the main match office was and she wondered how many of them were paired together. She saw several musicians, a pair of twins and an obviously gay goth boy walk by before she saw the man jogging. He was covered in water, but he was going to find out who his match was, wasn’t he? [color=f49ac2]“Find out who that boy was, would you Elfric?”[/color] The young woman instructed the man as she sat beside the truck, watching as they ran by her and then she thought it nice to be able to swim without being watched too much by others. Signalling her companion she gestured toward the pool, indicating that she would like to go for a swim there. It had been a long while since she had last swam and she wanted to get her fins wet and feel the liquid in her gills again before she had to leave again for the dormitory she would be staying in.