COMBAT STARTER [[EVERYONE ATTEND]]

[Colby Sabre]

Colby Sabre


Love of mine,
Someday you will die,
But I'll be close behind,
I'll follow you into the dark...


.xXx. It was about time for classes to start. Colby had been doing nothing for the past few days. Simply... Waiting. For what, only few people knew. He’d been sitting in the Hospital, watching the girl he loved as she laid there, unresponsive. He’d talked to her; he’d touched her. He’d done everything he could. Hell, Colby had been staying in her room, unsleeping, for days. He’d started to get restless and worried, due to the time being alone. After all, when people are alone... It gives them time alone with their thoughts. So it was an amen when Colby heard he should get classes started. He loved what he taught. Fighting. Combat. It was all the same. Whether it was self-defence or offense, it was combat either way. And that, Colby appreciated. Why, might you ask?


Because now, he really needed to beat the shit out of something.


And that was exactly what he was doing, currently. Colby hit one of his many punching bags relentlessly, watching as it swayed back and forth from the ceiling with each perfected impact. He’d been doing this for the past two hours without stopping. Hit. Hit. Hit. Colby brow furrowed slightly, as he whipped his leg out to kick the bag to the side, causing it to jerk away from the collision, wagging awkwardly on its chain. A small grunt left the Vampyre, before he continued to hit it with his fists. Head. Gut. Uppercut. He repeated the words in his mind, before adding in a sharp elbow to the side of the bag, once again causing the chain to rattle around as the bag lurched to the side. A small stream of sweat trailed down Colby’s face as he continued his pattern, breathing accelerating. He shouldn’t have left her alone. Colby hit the bag again, harder. He could feel his knuckles bleeding.


He knew very well that he shouldn’t let this get the best of him. That he should carry on, and be upset, if anything. Not angry. But it seemed that, as if like old times, Colby could barely keep control of his anger any more. Well, unless he did this first. Unless he beat the bloody pulp out of something, first. Colby once again plunged his dominant fist into the bag, though this time it flew off the chain, flying across the room. Colby stood still, chest heaving, sweat working its way down his chest. And then, he looked towards his hands. They were both bloodied and rather scarred up, though Colby didn’t take much of a care to that fact. He might have Red’s in the class. Therefore, he’d have to wash up.


The Vampyre moved over to the bag on the ground, grabbing it and tossing it into the nearest closet, before closing the door sternly. He doubted there was much, if any, blood on the thing, but it was better to get rid of the stench. It was then he walked over to the sink, slinging his shirt over his shoulder as he started to wash his hands. Once finished, Colby slipped his shirt back on, before turning to go and sit on his desk. He hated sitting behind it like some old teacher. Then again, he was starting to act like one, wasn’t he? Unwilling to smile or laugh. Treating people the same. Either way, it didn’t matter anymore. Colby sat on his desk, going through his lesson plan quickly, before checking the time. Hopefully, people would start to arrive. Colby started hitting the backs of his heels against the desk as he waited, eyes drifting towards the other papers on his desk once again.

He needed something to keep his train of thought.


No blinding light,
Or tunnels to gates of white,
Just our hands clasped so tight,
Waiting for the hint of the spark...

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Words: 678
Muse: Alright. A tad depressing. xD
Notes: It kinda sucks. I'm SOSORRY. Either way, y'all should reply. [/size]

[LightningϟStrife]

Outfit'Click

Right. So, Lightning was actually going to class, for once. I know, big surprise, right? Whatever. Shut the fuck up. She threw on her cropped leather jacket, letting the sides hand down loosely by her ribs. Combat class. Huh. Were they actually going to be.. combatting? She frowned, as her mental chatter continued. Combatting? She was pretty sure that that was not a word. Fighting. Defending. Again, whatever. Anything that could help her to beat the shit out of someone. That someone, being Stryker. That Stryker, being her rapist. Tsk. It was nice how she managed to link everything back to that, these days. No, seriously. Give her one word, any word, and she could link it back to the rape.

With a sigh, she began to fiercely tie up her combat boots, channelling as much of her anger as she could into the tricky laces. She needed to get over that, already. Stop being so depressed and gloomy. She had friends now, right? Belonged in the.. Brat.. Pack..? That was the name, right? Biting her lip, she stood up, and tapped her feet onto the floor, to make sure that they were tight and sturdy. The Brat Pack. She didn't know how the hell it happened. Just, one minute, Cris was dragging her to the library and into some hideout, then the next, BAM. She was suddenly in a group of friends called the Brat Pack. Cloud, too. Shaking her head, she began to head for the door. This was too confusing. She'll think over it later.

Lightning trudged reluctantly over to the hallways, and began to climb the stairs, leading to the classroom. Funny, this was where she and Cris had first become friends. She let out a laugh, when she remembered that she had been carrying around a bunch of textbooks nearly double her weight. Her arms began to tingle in remembrance, and she patted them reassuringly. It's okay. No heavy books for you guys, today.

A thought popped into her mind, and she stopped in her tracks, and looked down at herself. An over-sized shirt, shorts, boots, leather jacket and accessories. Probably not the best] gear to wear for class. Especially a combat class. But then again, how the fuck did she know? This was her first time attending to one of them. She was only going, because it was about time she knew how to throw a punch, and actually hit someone with force. Break a few bones, you know? That'd be nice.

Very nice.

She started to walk again, stopping when she reached the door of the class. Her hand rested on the door handle, and was about to turn it open when she heard a clash inside. What the hell? She froze, and leaned in, trying to hear some more. ... Okaaay. Maybe going to class today was a bad idea. Totally. She turned around, ready to walk back to her dorm room and pity herself, when she stopped. Because she didn't want to pity herself. Not any more. She'd had enough of that. Chewing on the insides of her cheek, she swivelled around on her heel, and wrenched open the door, just in time to see a male Vampyre put his shirt back on.

She automatically cringed, her body curving in on itself, trying to protect herself from whatever was about to come. Her grip on the door tightened, and she closed her eyes, and breathed out, quietly. She didn't realise that the teacher was a guy. But that was okay. Because, nothing was going to happen. No reason to fear this person. This Vampyre was someone that was going to teach her to beat the shit out of other people. Not someone dangerous.

Hopefully.

She walked in, the teacher now sat behind his desk, and she tried to walk with confidence, only failing slightly. She stood awkwardly a few feet away from the door, and she glanced up at the vamp. Well. What did she have to do now? Clearing her throat, she gazed at his marks, her eyes only flickering once or twice at his grazed knuckles. "Uhh.. Hey. I'm Lightning Strife. Light, Li, whatever. I'm here for the combat thing..?" She shrugged, trying to aim for the 'i'm totally fine with going to class. I do it everyday' act.

Probably didn't work.

Words: 834
Muse: Bah. It left me!
Notes: Aheh. Heh.

[Crissatha Pandora]

Cris didn’t go to class. Never. It wasn’t what she did. And now, more than ever she found she had lost her will to even bother. She missed her Twin, dammit! She was allowed to, considering unlike the other girls, she had the constant reminder…the constant reminder that Ki was in a coma and not in their room where she should be. Leaving Cris with a single once more. But Cris had gotten past the stage, the moping stage. The stage where all she did was go and visit Ki and play her guitar and pretend she was perfectly fine. Now she had moved on to just pretending that she was perfectly fine. It helped that she had Li to corrupt. Besides the fact that the other girl was, quite frankly, a willing distraction, she also needed a dose of what Cris could give her. The will to toughen up. That was what Cris was good at.

What her and Ki had been good at. Dammit. She was only thinking about this so much because of the class she was going to.

With a huff she slipped herself out of bed and sat there for a moment, absently petting her purring baby who missed seeing Cris smile and Cris knew it. So she was working on it. Anyway…Cris slid herself out of her bed and actually bothered to find fucking shoes. Slipping them on after she bothered to actually put on her tattered old black jeans with way too many holes…note to self, call Melly. She needed new clothes because these were worn out as shit and it was starting to become unwearable. Even if she did pretend it was just her style choice, which actually it was. Luckily enough.

Whatever.

She pulled her black and red hair back into a strict French braid, like she used to do when she used to go riding all the time before she had been marked and set free. Now she only did it when she really wanted her thick hair out of her fucking face. Which she did right now if she was going to combat calass.

Yep. That was why she was stuck here, hung up about maybe pretending to be sick again. She sucked at comforting people, the last time she and Colby had been in Ki’s hospital room at the same time, Cris ahd simply not said anything. I mean, fuck. What could she say? Like..Cris beyond sucked at comforting people, so she had since given up even trying.But ugh, she couldn’t miss Combat. It was a Brat Pack tradition to kick ass in Combat, even before they had become the Brat Pack.

So weird to think that Ki and Aqu weren’t…Ugh shut up sap. She shook her head, causing stray strands to feather about her face and she scowled at the damn things. Fuckers. She sighed and pushed off her bed, her converse making little noise because of how worn she was when she walked down there.

She paused though when she got to the door. And pulled up her ice wall. Before she entered. She grinned a bit at Li, pretending her eyes weren’t emotionless and iced over because she had her wall up. ”So you found the room all on your own this time?” sshe said, teasing her. Cris hadn’t bothered to mention the first time that she knew where Li’s combat room was because she should have been here herself. Not important. She never went to class. Then she turned to Colby and nodded a bit. They had never actually like, talked, but she had liked him for Ki. That was about the extent of their relationship. ”Hey Colby. How’re ya today?” she asked carefully, not expecting an answer or expecting him to be better or whatever, but she felt like she should say something to him. And she refused to call him Professor.


Muse: Yeah, there
Comments: This gave me such a headache -_-

[Sephora Taryn]

Seph wasn't just getting out of bed like a lot of her class mates were going to be she was sure, Seph actually went to class most of the time. She had cut a few times but those had been times when she really needed to clear her head, back when she had been depressed and really. Not her self at all.

Now Seph was back in business and she loved it. She had her pack..Minus Ki and Aqu but she was in no way ready to delve into that at the moment. That would just bring her back into being depressed. She had her pack though. She had them and She had Raine, who was the the most perfect best friend even she did drive her insane some times.

And she had...What was she going to finish that sentence with? NO. No she refused to finish that sentence. She refused to even acknowledge that sentence. It didn't exist. He didn't exist. Urgh...Did he have to invade her thoughts constantly?

She groaned as she turned in the halls, her silver combat boots making clunk sounds as she walked, He hair was out and waving but she didn't really care. Once she got where she was headed she was putting it up. See Combat. As long as she thought about the class she was going to and not him.

Besides, she needed to focus. The more combat she had under her belt the more she would be able to take down Kalona. She hated him. He was such a little fuck. She looked up as she got to her destination and walked inside, Seeing Cris Lightning and Colby.

Seph frowned a bit. Poor Colby, Ki being in a Coma had hit all of them hard but it definitely had hit him more than most. Him and Cris, Seph thought had it the worst. She didn't know what to say to him exactly. A leader she was but she didn't know how he felt and didn't want to over step her bounds.

She saw his hands and she frowned and walked over to where Cris and Lightning were by Colby's desk and smiled at the both. Cris looked a little funny but that was to be expected.
"Hey guys...I don't know about you but uh..I am so ready to kick some ass." she said with a grin that was genuine. She wanted everyone to cheer up. Things would get better.

She looked at Colby and smiled a bit "So Professor, What you guna teach us today?"she smiled again. No time for Depressing, at least not outwardly, everyone else was depressed enough.


Words: 461 -terrible
Muse: very good surprisingly
Notes: I posted grey lol :-p

[Nymph Cupido]

Nymph Cupido had yet to be to a class since the new professor had taken over combat. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, being he didn’t seem much older than herself, and also being that she had been too sucked into her artwork to make much notice of the change. Usually Nymph was very good about attenting her classes, it was only lately that she had allowed herself to be so distracted as to slack in going herself. It upset her to think this may mark her badly, she wasn’t a bad student. She had just been…as she said, distracted.

A certain man with wings—wings! Could you believe it—had managed to distract her. She had always been fascinated by wings and the possibility of flying away, it made it easy for the young woman to forget she should be down on earth, rather than fantasizing. But passion and fantasizing was what the young woman did best, so was it really so bad that she had gotten carried away? She didn’t think the professor would see it that way, no, most likely not. She hoped this wouldn’t look bad…

For once, Nymph had tied up her long thick black hair in a ponytail, mostly to keep it from getting in her way being that this was combat class. She thought as she walked as well, her heavy boots clomping across the wet grass as she did. Perhaps he wouldn’t be mad? Only one way to find out. Traversing the halls, she kept twisting one of her snakebite piercings as she did, a nervous habit and the young woman certainly had enough piercings to twist if the need should arise.

Perhaps she could make it up for it. Yes! A smile lit the girls face, lighting up her odd green eyes until they almost shone gold with the light of it. No one understood her eyes, least of all Nymph. No one also knew what she could do. She seemed like such a fragile thing, always looking for attention or sketching, but Nymph had had a truly hard life, and her skill physically showed for it. She wasn’t physically strong, but she was small and this made her tricky. She also appeared fragile, making it easier for her opponent to underestimate her.

Though she had been at the house for nearly four years now, she still managed to never get down the technical aspects of combat. But she still could hold her own when it came to a fight, especially if she was not expected to fight fair. Yes, this could work well, couldn’t it? For once, she had abandoned her skirts and her pleats of her usual fetish style for something more pants-like for the sake of combat, and her corset was gone, replaced with a loose tee with a saying she didn’t care enough to remember. It covered her many parallel scars on her legs at least, that was a plus. But she missed her dress style, however combat inappropriate it may be.

She entered the combat room to find, as she suspected, the professor who didn’t seem much older than she, and three other girls who she knew to be fifth formers because she had been here forever, long enough to know who was who at least, even if she rarely interacted with them. That was well and good though, she didn’t mind being the oldest, she had put herself in this skill level on purpose. For some reason, the mechanics evaded her and she longed to get it right. Maybe this year, her last year in fact, would be her year to do so? She hoped so.

With her head bowed and a slight blush on her cheeks, which only added to her very fragile appearance in truth, she entered the room entirely, closing the door behind her. The Professor seemed unhappy, not passionate, which bothered her slightly but she wouldn’t ask, not when it was she who had missed so many classes, it may be something she should have known had she showed. ”Sorry if I’m late, Professor” She said softly. Being that she had no watch, and her mobile was in her bag, she had no way of knowing.