The Absolutely Fantastic Fight Club

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-Spawn

IC: Boom-lay, boom-lay, boom
One push is all you need

Those lyrics thundering into his mind through the earphones currently placed precariously balancing on the very edges of his, well, ear, into the classroom at the first day of High School ever in his damned life entered a quiet kid that just so happened to attract the attention of every girl in the room.

He'd already done that before actual school began, yesterday on the start-of-term celebration, during that seventy-five times accursed Evening Star the 1st when the school year begins again and poor kids from throughout the galaxy (or at least this sad planet) are forced into school again.

Boom-lay, boom-lay, boom
Fist first philosophy

Provoking a rather sudden grin from him was the smile of a goldenhaired elven girl sitting just before the teacher. Though he mentally frowned at the choice of seat, he sat down right by her.


"Hey, Maglod," she half-said, half-whistled to him as he laid his rucksack down on the floor, proceeding to take out a laptop. "Don't you ever leave that at home?"

"No."

"Well maybe you should," she whispered to him, half-smiling, as he proceeded to launch Darkheart IV: Revelations, a game she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't manage to start playing before the teacher came in. "Dorian and Jolek ought to be here soon. The teacher ought to be there soon."

"Good, that's when I'll stop playing."

She facepalmed, before beginning to laugh, clearly and brightly. Maglod smiled.

"That's the Shiarra I've missed."

IC: A pair of bright green eyes groggily opened as Jolek joined the land of the living with a yawn and a stretch. "Blugh, that's today, isn't it?" he mumbled, sitting up in his bed.

He glanced over at the clock. Gave a nervous grin.

"Aw, Dammit." he grumbled.

The fifteen year old burst into motion, hastily unwrapping himself from the sheets and throwing on a black, sleeveless shirt, and his dark trousers. Practically flying across the room, he put on grey socks and black sneakers. Once again moving with extreme urgency, he sped to the mirror, did what he could (little) with his hair, brushed his teeth and donned his gloves.

At the door, he slung the belt of his scabbard over his right shoulder, where it and his Longsword held steady. With that, he rushed out the door, and vaulted over the stairs, opting to skip breakfast. Grabbing his backpack, he put on the straps, and opened the door, with a called,

"I'MLEAVINGNOWBYEGUYSLOVEYA!" to his family as he sprinted out of the house and towards the school at top speed.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit..."

OOC: EVERY MORNING

IC: "Shit, I've got like a minute." Jolek growled breathlessly, as he ran through the school gate, speeding towards the front door. There's no way I'm gonna make it if I take the usual route.

Spying classroom windows nearby, he remembered the position of his first class.

"To hell with that then, It's shortcut time!" He said, veering off into the grass, now speeding straight for a pair of windows and the outer wall of what should be his classroom.

As his MP3 began to playVery fitting music, he launched upwards, using the first floor windowsill as a stepping stone, and stretching vertically, reaching for the next.

Be it luck, or sheer physical skill, his fingers found purchase as he hauled his upper body upwards, windowsill now in his abdomen as he looked in and saw some very familiar pointed ears and golden locks.

Reaching over to the pane of glass, knowing the bell was at most, fifteen seconds from ringing, he knocked on the window, making his presence known to Shiarra.

IC: "With pleasure!" Jolek said, slipping in through the hole.

He gave an amused grin to all three.

"Sorry I'm late," he said with a laugh, as he searched for an empty desk.

IC: Maglod waited. Just a few seconds while the teacher, ever ominously, approached Dorian, and, Maglod assumed with his ears plugged deaf by the music, screamed something at him.

And he we are
We're the princes of the universe
Where we belong
Fighting for survival
We've got to be the rulers of the world

And that was when he put three nails on the teacher's chair, nobody noticing him. But Shiarra, of course.

"Must you do this?"

Maglod removed the earphones briefly.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said, must you do this?"

"Oh, come on Shiarra, he's messing with my friends. We can't let him do that."

Shiarra sighed. Dramatically.

IC--Averran--

Av's face was stoic, legs outstretched, arm slung over the chair. Brown hair fell over his shades, and some girl kept sighing what she thought was romantically at the desk on his left. He swore, loudly, a mixture of cursing the obligation to wake up and the attention he didn't deserve but always followed him.

Some smartass on the other side of the room made some smartass comment about being late. Smartass. His fellow smartasses snickered. Smartasses.

"Smartasses." Some people on Av's side snickered. Smartasses.

Gonna be a long day.

IC--Averran--

Av did the smartass the courtesy of turning his head in his direction. His hair flipped on the way, coming down gently just where he needed it to be. Magic came in handy. The girls on his territory sighed their own love stories. This wall full-out competition.

He shot Dorian an obnoxious tight-grinned smirk. "Shakespeare's my great-granddad's great-grandad's dad. Must be in the blood. His funtime gal was yours, I hear." A chuckling fit broke out among the class.

IC--Averran--

Av burst out into insincere laughter. "Mate, I done it more straight than your mother! I get it, though. Judging by how much you check yourself in the mirror you see a lot of gay. Easy to get confused." Howling laughter erupted, the teacher screaming something incoherent about respect or communism or something.

Av sank into his seat, quitting while he was ahead. To mark his territory he raised an eyebrow at the girl by Dorian, who promptly flooded in giggly laughter.

IC--Averran--

Averran sunk into his seat. Dorian smiled the way assholes do when an ugly kid falls and spills his lunch on his cardigan, beaming expectantly at Av, who did not return the gesture. His focus was directed at his feet.

The girl he'd winked at was busy drooling over him. That was tonight's plans, then.

IC--Averran--

The class droned on for a few, despite bouts of death stares during which Av expected the teacher to get the message and let the kids free. He'd missed the class lecture title at the entrance and wasn't sure if it was sex ed or British lit. His ears may have been deceiving them. He usually chose to ignore those anyways, so it worked out.

He ditched the class to head to the bathroom. The teacher dropped his jaw to protest his exit without permission, then decided it'd be better with his absence anyways. His words per minute rate sped up drastically to get as much lecture as possible in while God still blessed him.

A whirring deepened from the down the hall--he'd left the door open. The noise grew until the tornado of sound blasted over the lecture, an obscenity visible on his lips and inaudible to the ear.

The plaster wall caved in, obliterated by a monstrous Harley. Averran flicked his head in the direction of the chicks. "Yo, let's head out to the dorms tonight. I got drinks...er, juice, I mean, Mr. Parvatti." He revved up the engine.

A mocking grin etched across his face. "Dorian. I still a nope.?"

He tossed behind a still-burning cigarette as his broke down the front wall.

Mr. Parvatti could not locate his vocabulary.

IC--Averran--

He shouted over the blast of the engine. "Yeah, it's for your dick! I care enough about you to do your own compensating for you!"

Av headed out for the streets.

OOC--Couldn't resist.

IC: Jolek glanced up, now settled in his seat behind Shiarra and next to Dorian's.

Who appeared to be sending somebody off on his way, accompanied by a gaggle of fangirls nearly as large as Mag's.

Rolling his eyes and allowing himself a small chuckle, he shuffled through his list of songs, be fore settling on one he liked, and leaning back as the energetic boss music filled his ears.