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PARTY!
Dec 15, 2005 14:54:36 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 15, 2005 14:54:36 GMT -8
Kris walked in fro the coldness of the street. He shook the snow out of his hair, and walked toward the hallway to investigate Garret's progress. He saw though that Jean was with another man! Not good, Kris judged the man as a threat to her. And not to intrude he stood by the door , waiting for any sign of danger toward Jean or Garret. Although Garret could easily handle the situation if it went well or not, Kris was always good for backup.
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 7:12:12 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 16, 2005 7:12:12 GMT -8
As she turned and started away a quick and strong hand had shot out, grabbing a hold of her wrist, holding her from walking away. "Why so anxious to get back? Hang out for a while." Strangely, it sounded much less a suggestion than a command.
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 7:34:57 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 16, 2005 7:34:57 GMT -8
Jean's heart skipped a beat when she felt his too firm grip on her wrist. "No, please let me go..." She could sense that she was definately in trouble now. "I really have to be getting back... you're hurting me..." She tried to pull away, but he was much stronger than she was.
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 10:33:49 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 16, 2005 10:33:49 GMT -8
He tugged on her wrist, the force swinging her around towards him and gripped her shoulder with his other hand, holding her steadfast. "You don't have to go anywhere." His tone was menacing now, a slimy grin across his face, contorting the once comforting features. He had taken her far enough that no one would hear anything over the dance riot. He held her close to him, so much stronger that her struggles were in vain. Suddenly, he forcibly pulled her towards him, leaning in himself and kissing her strongly, holding her steadfast against her unwillful protests.
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 10:40:58 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 16, 2005 10:40:58 GMT -8
Jean struggled. Oh, heavens above, did she struggle. She tried to pry herself out of the boy's grasp and release her lips from his forced, painful kiss. Finally, she was able to breathe as he let her loose. She let out a pained cry. She was so afraid... so tired... "No! Let me go!" She could feel herself growing faint in Kenny's pwerful arms. She was sinking into sub-conciousness... fear taking over all of her senses. "Please..." her voice was small and pleading, even as she continued to vainly struggle. "Let me go..." The last word from her mouth was a plea for help... for someone to find her and take her from this horrible place. "Garret..."
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 11:24:00 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 16, 2005 11:24:00 GMT -8
Everyone else was too far away, the loud music drowning out her shouts of protest... Garret was still in the halls, within earshot of the echoing gasps. Dashing toward where he last saw the two, he hardly noticed that they had moved over to a shadowy corner away from the lights. He looked around for something.. a pistol.. a lead pipe.. a knife.. nothing. Fisticuffs it is... He approached them both, eyes glaring fiery painful death. "Forgive me, but I'm the jealous type..." he said menacingly to the stranger.
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 11:28:19 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 16, 2005 11:28:19 GMT -8
Jean turns all she can to look at Garret, her half-closed eyes filled with tears of fright. "Garret...!" That was all she could say.
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 11:40:12 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 16, 2005 11:40:12 GMT -8
Kenny scoffed, being a good size bigger than Garret, well built for the Varsity Football jacket he wore. He swung Jean around behind him, throwing her onto the floor and trapping her behind him. He faced Garret, the grin on his face still there. "This is turning out to be a quite entertaining night." He was more than ready and willing to fight him. Unbeknounced (sp?) to anyone else, there were 3 other guys wearing similar jackets just around the corner. Two were very large Defensive Linemen, and the third was a Linebacker. They crept up on Kris and jumped him from behind.
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Bly had wandered off from the Punch Bowl, having given up on the dance. He decided to try to find those friends he thought he had made earlier. He had nothing else to do, and didn't want to lose this possible chance at belonging somewhere. He just turned the corner as he saw the three large guys creeping up menacingly on Kris and yelled warningly, "LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!!"
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 11:51:09 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 16, 2005 11:51:09 GMT -8
"Oh winter's eve, what beauty would thineself bring unto the eyes of our lowly human souls?"
Michael was standing about a good ten yards away from Kenny, Jean, Garret, and the entire group. With his black hair swaying in the night's breeze and his piercing blue eyes illuminated by the moon hovering above him. With his hands in his pockets, he towered over nearly everyone there. How long had he been there? To be truthful, for quite some time. Words did not need to be said, as Michael had nothing to say. The silence was his voice.
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 14:14:38 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 16, 2005 14:14:38 GMT -8
Kris heard the shout of warning. He turned, and saw a fist flying towards his face. Luckily the punched was rounded, so Kris knew which direction to duck. "Fool's always punch forwards!" He punched the nearest man in the ribs. The man smirked, apparently it had no effect. Kris backed up, this could get exciting. He backed up tot he wall and yelled to Garret, "We'll take these three! Take him out!" Kris's promise was easier said than done.
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 14:17:56 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 16, 2005 14:17:56 GMT -8
Jean's head hit the floor with such force that the girl was knocked unconcious. Her body was sprawled on the hall floor, her damp dress flowing out about her like a pool of her own blood.
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 14:28:07 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 16, 2005 14:28:07 GMT -8
Already shouting vulgar curses at the ogre, Garret held up his fists... This guy was alot bigger, and he knew it. This wouldn't be a hit-for-hit game... As the behemoth lunged forward, garret slammed his own body agaisnt the wall to avoid the charging bull. He couldn't play matador forever though.. he needed a tactic. While he had a split second free, he looked around for anything to use as an improvised weapon.. a chair leg.. a pencil.. something!
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 14:37:39 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 16, 2005 14:37:39 GMT -8
Much like a bull, the hulking Football player continued to charge headlong at Garret in sweeping attempts, like trying to tackle, spear him across the middle. And if he got ahold of him, it would only take the one blow. He fought like a football player, true, but he moved fast, being the Starting Linebacker. His grin still plastered to his face, he knew he had the advantage against Garret as long as he continued to keep him 'on the ropes'.
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Bly looked with a horrified expression at Kris. "What do you mean WE?!?!" At this loud noise, two of the thugs looked over at him down the hall, and, motioning off to each other, one went off towards him, being less of a threat and only worht one of them. Bly had the impulse to run, but he had frozen in place. It didn't take long for the Defensive Lineman to reach him, with a malicious grin on his face. He immediately, still in stride, took one heavy hook swing at Bly's head. Bly was still frozen, panicking inside his own mind, but just as the hit was about to land, his own reflexes and training triggered and he ducked back, using his left hand to push the thug's right past the intended target and with his momentum. The large boy lost his balance quite easily, quite comically tripping over his own motion and skidding across the floor on his side. Bly watched like it was unreal, amaze that his Martial Arts training had actually worked. "Holy..."
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 14:53:03 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 16, 2005 14:53:03 GMT -8
(Dang, I think everyone in this thread knows Martial Arts... > >; )
Michael continued to smile, watching the scene unfold. Seeing Garret taking care of Kenny, he looked over to the area in which Kris and Bly were. They were having fun, as usual. Chuckling to himself, he walked over towards Jean, and looked down at her.
"My apologies, dear," Michael said as he leaned down, and scooped up Jean in his arms. It was like cradling a delicate present. His body seemed to float along the ground as he brought Jean into the hallway, ignoring the situation with Kris and Bly. Laying the body of Jean upon the floor in front of the stairs, he took off his large, black shirt and draped it over her. It was like a mouse underneath a large circus tent. It was funny. Now covering his chest was a grey tank top, as he stretched out his arms.
Turning and looking at Bly and Kris, he grinned mischeviously. Then he began to walk towards the two, cracking his knuckles.
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PARTY!
Dec 16, 2005 15:11:35 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Dec 16, 2005 15:11:35 GMT -8
Marble walked out of the hot dancing room and down the halls where he heard sounds of shouting and muffled hits. Racing down the halls he saw a sight that shocked him silly. There was Kris and someone else he thought looked familiar but he couldnt put a name to the face fighting three large football players. and close by was Garret fighting another football player and coming up was Mike. He wondered why the heck they were fighting when he happened to just seea peice of material beyond Mike that looked like Jean's dress.
Walking to the left a bit he then saw that it was Jean. A lying on the floor not moving Jean. he looked back and forth between the two fights going on and wondered what he should do. He certainly didnt take any martial arts or self defence classes. Heck all he really knew how to do was play marbles. He thought about throwing down his newly won marbles to trip the big stupid thugs but then he realized that that would probably trip his friends too and he was sure they wouldnt appreciate that.
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