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[razor]

It made him sick and made him calm all at the same time.
A few yeards in front of him there was a lake. In some ways, it reminded him of the ocean, which brought calming thoughts. Of course, seeing as how he could see the other side completely negated the effect.
After all, it was just a lake.

But that didn't matter. Razor honestly didn't care. It was just part of this school, as was he. He wasn't really sure why he was a part of this school. He wasn't meant to be trained the way a boarding school conditions you. Even if he was, that was too damn bad, because he was beyond helping now.
Far beyond help.

All he could do was help himself, and this place was the best place to lay low and keep him occupied until he felt ready to go back and face her. He didn't trust himself enough to look for Riza yet, he still knew he wasn't stable.

So he stood there, idley doing nothing, yet thinking again. It wasn't good for him to be by himself for long periods of time, but he preferred it that way. In an attempt to at least look like he wasn't dead on his feet, though in some ways he was, he bent down and picked up a small flat stone. Partially with precision, and partially with frustration, he hurled it across the surface. His record was thirteen; but it skipped only eight times before plummeting beneath the surface tension.

[jen]

The butt of her cigarette used friction to stay between her lips.She walked dutifully forward,rifling through the pockets of her dark pants, finding a few loose or used matches. She stopped on her way to the lake to pick up a rocket and strike a match against it, scowling when he snapped in half. She threw both items over her shoulders and commenced walking once again.

"Son of a bitch. " Removing the unlit cigarette from her lips, she looked the white cancer stick over for a minute before moving to tuck it and some hair behind an ear. Her stroll to the serenity of the lake was not ruined because there wasn't some hazard cloud of smoke in front of her face.

She greeted the sight of the lake with exhaling a deep breath, but froze when she saw some random boy at the shore. A sculpted eyebrow arched daringly and her steps faltered before she more pointedly walk towards him.

"You gotta light, Kid?" She asked, New York accent tinting her voice as she looked the Nomad over questionably.

[razor]

Damnit, company...

It wasn't that Razor wanted to be the moody guy in the corner the rest of his life, it was just he didn't really like unfamiliar people coming up to him.
And they usually knew it. And if not, they figured it out pretty quick.

He turned around and saw a rather tall, younger girl heading in his direction. She asked for a light, but that wasn't what caught his ear. "Kid?" He repeated, a bit irked. His lip twitched upward in slight annoyance as he said the word. He was (quite obviously) a few years her senior, and here she was calling a nineteen year old 'kid'.
Was it something to be pissed about? Probably not, but he honestly didn't care. It annoyed him.
Sensing where that kind of frustration would get him though, he just let out a blunt huff of air as he turned his head to the side, "No, I don't, runt." He couldn't help it. One insult for another. After all, at least he had something to back it up with. Even though this girl was quite tall for a girl, just about everyone was a runt in comparison to Razor's bulk.

[jen]

"Yeah, Kid, Too big of a word?" Clyde questioned, raising her eyebrows at him. Face twisting as he huffed into a sneer.

"Runt? Do you know who the hell you're talkin' to?" Her voice growled at him, looking him sharply in the face. Like she cared Razor was three years older, She could still take him down. A snort escaped her as she continued.

"You must be new considering I've never see that dumb ass expression anywhere else. So I'll let your little mistake there slide this time, Don't let it happen again."

Ferocity tainted her voice, there wasn't so much as an ounce of warmth or patience towards the Nomad. Her expression didn't shift once at him, no fear towards the tone or posture of Razor was sensible.

"What's your name...kid." She questioned, adding the Term of Endearment in a scathing tone. Her face relaxed into an unreadable state, and unblinkingly she watched him. Waiting with silence impatience for him to react.

[razor]

Oh great...One of those...
This chick just had to be one of those women with attitude out the wazoo. This was just asking for trouble. Most guys would back down at the thought of tearing down a girl.
Honestly, Razor couldn't care less. Now did he feel like beating the shit out of her? Not really, but if she kept it up, he would.

"I don't care who I'm talking to." He grunted, crossing his arms over his chest, Of course, the following comments didn't make him feel any calmer.
This chick was wierd. One minute she's slamming him with insults, the next she asks his name. He shook his head, "Razor... And don't cut me any slack, I'm not retarded." Sure, he was new around here, but he didn't care if she was going to let his behavior slide or not. His behavior was his behavior and that was that.
Even if he wanted to alter it, he couldn't. It never worked when he tried. So he just stopped trying.

[jen]

Clyde forced a laugh at him.

"You're gonna care when you're begging me to stop kicking your ass." She growled, watching him fold his arms over his chest. She looked at the ground and strolled calmly to the left. Lazy in her pace before she looked back at him, listening to him speak.

"Razor?" She couldn't make a comment about the name, holding her tongue, she listened to the rest of his words.
"Not retarded? Could have had me fooled." She too moved to fold her arms across her chest. She looked him over for a moment before exhaling a deep breath.

"Don't talk much? Or intimidated by a woman? Eh, Razor?" She asked mockingly, stepping closer to him. Studying his face and sneering slightly. "Nobody will blame you if you are."

[razor]

She can't be serious...
It had been a good few months since Razor had been amused at anything. This girl, whoever she was, was ridiculously overconfident. So much so that his ire had transformed to a ridiculous hilarity.
She was pacing around him, like she was about to attack or something. She was mocking him, calling him weak, doing anything just to get him riled up, and he knew it.
He couldn't help it. He snickered darkly, shoulders shaking a bit before he threw his head back and laughed, though it was more of a cold sound than anything. Shaking his head, he moved one hand to his hip, the other to the bridge of his nose. "Sure, I'm intimidated by a women...But not of your kind... He chuckled icily again before looking up at her from the corner of his eye, "You seem to be overcompensating for something...Think I'm afraid of you? I haven't laughed in a while..."

He felt it coming on, but he was losing himself. He didn't care though.
After all, what was one less bitch in the world?
She thought she was dealing with an wanna be bad-ass bastard; not a murderer.

[jen]

And she had the ability to be over confident. While she didn't see the hilarity of the situation. She chalked it up to a nervous laugh.

"My kind? Which would be..what? A threat?" Clyde asked, shifting the weight between her feet, eying his body language. She knew she was getting to him, which was her exact goal. "Over compensating? Well, Razor, considering you don't even know my name, it's pretty naive to be making assumptions." She pursed her lips, making eye contact and refusing to be the one who broke it. "Assuming makes an ass out of you and me."

Clyde, whether he was a murderer or not, would more than willingly go toe-to-toe with Razor if she had to. While her ego might have ached heavily should her bulldog of a guardianship clique mate, Mei, shown up; she highly doubted the oriental pre-teen was nearby.

Such a shame though, She'd just have to embellish the story of beating up the Nomad to Mei at a later date.

[razor]

She seriously thinks I'm a pushover...

Still, all this girl was doing was annoying and amusing him. She wasn't worth his time, but walking away wasn't worth his dignity (or what was left of it). He shook his head, the mere ghost of a malicious smirk remaining on his lips. "A threat? Challenge, maybe, but I wouldn't consider the likes of you to be a real threat." He looked up again, "And maybe...I just don't care what your name is." And her little phrase about assuming things? Well...that was creative. Everyone who had working ears knew that one, "And if that be the case....That would make an ass out of the both of us,"
After all, she was assuming that he couldn't be a challenge, that he was intimidated by her, and that he was assuming things about her.
Of these, only the last was remotely true.

[jen]

"Oh, you wouldn't?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "Would it make you feel like the biggest bitch in the world if I did kick your ass under those assumptions?"

She rolled her eyes at his final comment. Snorting and shifting the weight to her other foot.

"I just said that; Don't try thinking too hard, love. I'd hate for you to hurt yourself."

Her lips chapped slightly in the cool winds of November. She glanced to the side in the direction of the wind. For a split second she was indeed curious as to what Razor's goal of coming out here was, it was only human nature to wonder. But it was gone swiftly, right off into the wind.

The lake's surface rippled with the wind, and her hair twitched before ruffling up in it. She clawed a hand through it before letting out a heavy breath, returning her gaze to him pointedly, expression reading a sense of boredom.

[razor]

Fine. If she wants a fight, I'll give her a fight...

Razor dropped his arms to his sides and glared at her mocking form. THe wind that swept across the land didn't affect him save for the slight ruffling of his loose-fitting shirt.
"I think I preferred kid..." He thought to himself as he rolled his eyes at her final statement.
But he wasn't about to tell her that.

Suddenly he flashed her a mocking grin. 'Alright then." He started as he walked up to her. He didn't stop until he was only maybe seven inches in front of her. Despite her height, he was still able to look down at her to a certain extent. "Fine then. You wanna make me your bitch? Then go ahead. Hit me." He held his arms out to the side, taunting her and getting up in her face. She'd sufficiently annoyed him, so now it was his turn.
He wasn't expecting a slap, or even a hook. He expected something stronger, due to the confidence that simply pored out of her (despite how obnoxious it was). He had a feeling it would hurt.
But there wasn't much that could really hurt him anymore.

[jen]

Clyde watched him calmly, remaining unaffected even as he stormed up towards her. She yawned when he came within a foot of her, and proceeded to shift her weight yet again when he got in her face.

He offered the threat and she straightened up, stepping closer and getting close enough to feel his hot breath across her face.

"Promise you won't cry?" she asked, raising eyebrows. Yet she didn't wait for a reply. She raised her hands up slamming them into his chest to hopefully send him reeling backwards. He'd learn a lesson in gravity as the decline to the lake continued carrying his momentum. Sending him splashing into the frigid winter water.

Sure, she made the first hit. But she'd get a hell of a lot more laughs when Razor went up to an administrator and whined about it.

[razor]

Razor flinched a bit, finding it to be more of a push than an actual hit, but for the most part, remained unaffected. He reeled back a bit, catching himself with his left foot, but other than that, he managed to keep his stature for the most part.
Not that she didn't push hard. She did, but that didn't matter. He was used to fights, Normally it was with men, but he didn't object to fighting women.
After all, chivalry was dead, right?

Immediately after she slammed him backward, his trademark smirk spread on his face, "I'm disappointed." he mocked quickly. Without a moment's hesitation, he threw his now clenched fist at her face. Even before the punch connected, he braced himself for a counter, knowing better than to underestimate anyone.

[jen]

"Oh, I highly doubt you will be."

In the time it took for him to climb back within striking distance, she'd crammed her hand into her pocket. Grasping the switchblade Salem had left when she borrowed them. She saw the swing, and threw her arm up to block, acting as insulation between his arm and her face. She stumbled sideways, but moved quickly.

Taking the knife out of her pocket, she slammed the steel into the inside of his elbow. Slashing down to sever muscle and tendons, basic anatomy stated that this action, the removal and separation would render his hand almost halfway useless.

She swiftly swung her fist out in an added attempt to backhand his face, the knife handle supporting her fist and increasing it's strength.

[Poe]

"Clyde?! Clyde! Oh Lord, Clyde if you don't get your ass up here right now the headmistress is going to have your head!" The distant cry of Salem Thatchor filled the dead forest as she walked down the path toward the lake, stumbling upon the broken match that she was sure was Clyde's. Shaking her head, she bent to retrieve the match, putting it in her pocket- better not start any forest fires, right? Still calling for her friend, she continued down the path toward the lake, figuring if Clyde was anywhere it would be there.
Leaves crunched under her boots as she walked, hands tucked deep into her pockets. She wore slacks and a loose button up shirt. Her hair was loose down her back, but she wore the usual hat, and she'd taped her chest, as if she was going out to fight- which had been the plan, until the headmistress's screeching call for Clyde had been heard through the halls of Florence, and Salem figured she'd better go look for her friend before their headmistress killed them both.

"Ah! There you are!" There was a slight pause as Salem saw her own switchblade in Clyde's hand. "Hey! That's mine! I thought I'd lost that last time I was in your- I mean, borrowed your pants." She grinned, loping up to the two of them, and quickly disarming Clyde, taking her blade. She frowned at the sight of the blood.
She was standing by the shore of the lake with Razor, a boy she'd seen only fleetingly in the hallway. Just the way he held himself made Salem decide she did not like him. She jogged up to Clyde, sensing trouble. Hooking her arm through Clyde's she looked at her. "The headmistress wants a word with you. Now. You'd better how your breath don't smell like smoke," she muttered, looking only at her friend. "Get up to the school before we both lose our heads and she paints our blood on the doorways, because whatever you did really pissed the old woman off."
Pushing Clyde toward the forest she made sure she was engulfed in the trees before she turned to Razor, hands on her hips.

"And you," she said, eyes narrowing. "First of all, kid, you should know better than to mess with us. Her most of all." It was all she could do to not spit on his feet. But she retained herself. "The headmaster wants to speak with you as well. I suppose he wants to make sure you're settled in all and well."
The wind picked up and swirled her hair around her face. She flicked it out of her hazel eyes. "You'd best get up to the school soon before he wants to kill you too." She shrugged. And then she saw the blood on his arm, and the blood from her blade and this bleeding arm put two and two together. "Oh." She blinked. "Well. You better get to the nurse and see to that cut, too. I did tell her not to mess with her, didn't I, kid?" She asked, head tilted to the side. "Have it wrapped and have the doctor look at it," she said. "Be quick, because otherwise you're hand will be almost completely useless."
And then she turned away from him, as if bored of him already.

Then, without another word she turned around, running after Clyde. "Clyde, hey, Clyde, wait for me!"

And she too was eaten, engulfed, swallowed by the dead, dense winter forest.

Due to circumstances known by the admin, I have chosen to close this board before things got out of hand. I would like to extend a friendly reminder to the two of you to remember to NOT godmode, please and thank you. Thank you for joining and role playing on Realm Of Fantasia. It is a pleasure having both of you as members.

Admin, Poe.