Breaking the Ice (Bryan)

by **Drayton** on August 10th, 2011, 2:00 am

33rd of Summer, 511 AV

Syna’s light poured into the street until the packed dust shone like gold. This was a path shared by the youth of the city, leading away from the main hub of Sunberth into more deserted shacks and houses. Easy squatting territory. Most of the neighborhood spent the days closer to the city proper, where pickings were easier. There was more food there, more money, more fun to be had, either in Brega’s house or the casino and fights. People started early in the anarchist town, and the teenagers were no exception. Those too poor to pay for entertainment, and most of them were, organized their own. Fight rings were constructed in back alleys and loaded dice were tossed by sticky fingers.

Whatever it was they were doing, the youth of Sunberth had left this street abandoned. Or close to it. Eleanor exited a side alley, whistling shrill notes to herself and kicking a small rock before her as she went. As the dusty plum that heralded her entrance to the road fell she looked up, and noticed another loner strolling away from her. The brown hair, the build, the height struck a cord in the girl’s memory.

Nick, the petching bastard! I’ll beat him for all he’s worth. Pressing tightly against the splintering side of the alley she glanced at her quarry. He wasn’t far off. The soles of Eleanor’s boots were soft from use and she moved as quietly as she could toward the young man. Her loose clothes flapped in the wind and the dust made a quiet scuffing noise with each step, but she hoped he didn’t notice. At least, not until she was close enough.

After several slow strides the girl leaped, putting all her weight and momentum into what she hoped would be a surprising tackle. Her gloved hands reached out for the boy’s shoulders and neck as she flew at him, grappling for a good grip. ”You piece of shyke! What the petch did you do with my mizas?! I’ll rip you into scraps for the rats!”

by **Bryan** on August 10th, 2011, 7:20 pm

Bryan had no doubt been aware that someone was following him, not for long really but still there. It wasn't too hard to notice when the follower tried their best to remain silent until their assault, but sound of shuffling feet suggested that this person wasn't too far behind. When he felt the hand literally come close to contacting him all other thought was swept out of his mind, as his body reacted upon his natural instinct. He's moving too fast, best thing to do is counteract. Right when contact was made he knew it was the perfect time to act, the kid behind him had built to much speed to stop; probably wanted to tackle him. He wasn't going to allow that, instead he moved sideways toward his left; throwing the assailant of guard. It was there Bryan returned his attack with a low kick, with his left foot on the ground he spun around until it collided into the ankles of the boy. Sending him to the ground in a daze, Bryan examined this kid as to find any detail that seemed suspicious. After his Zith friend the other day he'd been very cautious as to check all people that he encountered, he could not let his guard down until he was safe and out of the city on the 35th.

Clothing that seemed tattered, messy hair like a street rat. This kid's nothing but a runt. He made his mind up, but a second observation on the boy made him see something else, this wasn't a boy at all. In fact it was a girl, a girl had decided to attack him. For what reason though? He thought about what she was nearly screaming at him, something about mizas? He never took mizas from anyone, only purchased a small amount of food recently to get him through the previous few days. It was clear to him now, she mistook him for someone else. Though he wasn't entirely sure if that was the correct theory, he still shouldn't leave a girl in the dust like that. Not even one as dirty as her. Still being casual he held out his hand toward her, waiting for her to take it if she desired. "My apologies for dropping your face in the dirt, but I'm in a bit of a nerving situation right now and I don't feel like dealing with anybody really."

by **Drayton** on August 14th, 2011, 5:06 am

Before the dust she had disturbed to fall back to the rough road, before the boy could offer his hand and apologies Eleanor collected a large gob of mucus in the back of her throat. She let it swirl with her spit before releasing the rocket, aimed for where the "Nick's" head ought to be.

Immediately after firing at him she heard his voice, saw his hand, his face. This isn't Nick. Who the petch just floored me? The young girl's surprise manifested as a nasty scowl, and she shot a look that could have blistered flesh at the extended hand. "I don't need any vagik's help, or apologies," she growled, scraping her filthy hide from the street. Standing on her own two feet made the girl seem more amiable, or at least, less likely to lash out. As her embarrassment began to seep into the dark recesses of her chest, freeing her mind, Eleanor eyed the young man.

"I couldn't care less about whatever's been troubling you. But, I'm curious, haven't seen you're face around this dump, otherwise I probably wouldn't have just done what I did. Who are you anyway?"

by **Bryan** on August 15th, 2011, 2:57 am

Bryan felt anger flare from his his insides when she refused his help, however he doused the embers before they could ignite and churn his anger. "Bryan Keisar, lone survivor of the house fire two years ago. The rest isn't any of your business." He kept cool and casual, not even changing the blank expression he held onto. It was good that he learned to maintain such an expression, it hid what he was thinking and feeling. Allowing no one to read what was going through his head.

"I'm just exploring different routes, taking different paths to my home so that I can avoid any more intrusions with unfriendly stalkers..." He didn't lie, after the other day he felt sure that more would come. He didn't want to take any chances with running into the Zith again, who knew what she would've done if things turned out different. He had to take more precautions until his plans were ready, in a couple more days he would try for the impossible. Leaving on his own without any travel companions, it would no doubt be a challenge but he will do it. He had to do it, otherwise this chance would be wasted and he'd never find out for sure.

He came an assumption with a quick observation, seeing as how she was trying to figure him out he felt he should try her. "You must be a thief no doubt, seeing as how your clothes are tattered and dirty. You do have a name yourself though, so what is it?"

by **Drayton** on August 17th, 2011, 6:41 pm

Eleanor's bony shoulders rose and fell with a quick careless shrug as Bryan told her who he was. "Folks die here all the time, the city is a playground for arsonists. Sorry I don't recall your specific tragedy Bryan," she said, hardly looking apologetic, or even interested. Her thin fingers swept across her arms, dislodging some of the brown dust that had settled on her after her fall. In fact, she seemed very focused on the task, as though the extra coat of earth had made a difference in her appearance. But her head snapped up, followed by harsh laughter at his next words.

"Unfriendly stalkers? You mean like me? Ha! Good luck avoiding those here. You know what, just because I'm feeling generous today I will give you a bit of advice," Eleanor said loudly, tossing an arm over Bryan's shoulder, no doubt a bit too close to his nose for comfort. "You don't want to get attacked, get out of Sunberth."The words were whispered, hushed so their valuble secret could not be stolen by prying ears hidden away on the deserted road.

She pulled back, releasing the boy from her embrace. "Oh-ho! I'd better be careful of this one, he's damn smart! A thief in Sunberth, who could have guessed it, and I thought I was so well disguised." Eleanor was being cocky and reckless. She hadn't decided she wanted a fight, but this boy was a stranger and she was bored, why exert the energy to filter out the more insulting words. Though perhaps she wasn't simply trying to insult the boy. Her next words were softer, and not nearly as harsh. "But yes, I am a thief. The name's Drayton, and it's a pleasure to meet your unfortunate hide, Mr Keisar. If you shake my hand I promise I won't try to rob you."

Alright, maybe she wasn't completely finished mocking him.

OOCSorry it took me so long for such a lame post. WB and laziness don't mix well.

by **Bryan** on August 17th, 2011, 9:12 pm

OOC :

He took only one glance at the hand she extended, then only replied to her with a blank stare. He didn't really mean for it to be there, but a cold glare was mixed within the blank emptiness of the expression; but hidden quite well. He only decided to mock her in return. "Pleasure's all mine, and don't worry. I plan to leave Sunberth soon, to find something special to me." Drayton. The name echoed in his head like a chime. Now I have a face and name to remember this one by, so if any future mishaps fall upon me or she happens to try and pull another one I'll know when it's her. He never really focused on people in Sunberth, seeing as how he usually avoided everyone for the past two years he hadn't the need. The case with this one was different however, this time he had to remember her.

"Instead of being a kid with nothing better to do then mock others and tell them things they already know, why not tell me real useful information that I don't know instead." That last one wasn't a mock, it was a straight forward insult. Cold and emotionless, his mind was now focused and ready for anything; the hidden glare had revealed itself in it's cold emotionless form. He was done letting the girl mess around.

by **Drayton** on August 17th, 2011, 11:18 pm

OOCI apologize in advance for what Dray is about to do.

Bryan’s words were hardly the most hurtful thing Eleanor had heard but as she watched him glare at her offered hand her pride cringed. I offered you peace Bryan, she thought, removing her hand, and the peace treaty, from his reach. Eleanor listened to the change that rippled through his voice. He sounded angry, and serious too.

Fingers held like claws in front of her face Eleanor stared at her nails rather than make eye contact with the hostile boy. Her thumb made a light click as she flicked it against her right ring finger, picking at a piece of dirt. She inspected her nails, waiting for Bryan to finish. “Well Bryan, I’m afraid I won’t be of much help. See I’m just poor and uneducated and I don’t know much that would interest someone like yourself.”

Her own voice had lost its joking lilt and her fist tightened, pressing her nails into the palm of her glove. The girl wound up quickly, hoping Bryan was either lacking the street smarts or the speed to see what was coming next. I said if he shook my hand I wouldn’t try to rob him. Guess he made up his mind. Eleanor’s fist began palm up by her side. She wasn’t a heavy or incredibly strong person, but she was quick enough. As her knuckles twisted around, their brass armor aimed for the stranger’s cheek. Her arm raised, straightened and accelerated, ready to follow the punch to his face.

OOCWant to agree that no matter what happens nothing too serious injury wise? Bruises and cuts mostly?

by **Bryan** on August 18th, 2011, 12:09 am

OOC :

Bryan wasn't one who easily picked fights with others, but she jumped at him to begin with. Not only that but she mocked him straight up in his face, that alone had pushed it too far. Now that Bryan showed he was serious she too decided to be serious herself, Bryan saw what she was about to do. Yet when her hand darted through the air he made no change, no attempt to counter. It seemed to through her off a bit, making her unsure, that he made no reaction towards her attack. When the swift punch collided into the left cheek though was when he reacted, remaining in control of his body as he staggered he knelt on his left knee and twisted. Sending the other into a spiraling low kick for her legs, If this is how you want to fight then I won't back down! His glare remained the same, only more concentrated, even when he made a smooth recovery from his stagger.

OOC :

by **Drayton** on August 18th, 2011, 12:47 am

Eleanor could feel the resistance of Bryan's cheekbone through the delicate cushion of his flesh as her fist landed. Why didn't the idiot dodge? she wondered, watching him stagger slightly. And then, for a moment Bryan vanished.

He had been falling backward, Eleanor watching his glaring mug tumble and then he dropped off her line of vision. Her eyes glanced downward, finding the boy just as she felt the painful smack of his leg against her ankle. Eleanor was already off balance and the force of Bryan's kick sent her tumbling into the dirt. For the second time today.

Face burning with the red of an injured pride, the scrawny girl was quick to twist herself into a squat, using the momentum of her fall to push her bruised ego off of the ground.

Legs curled beneath her, Eleanor released the tension in her muscles, launching herself at Bryan. With a grunt and her arms outstretched Eleanor aimed her thick skull for his abdomen.

by **Bryan** on August 18th, 2011, 1:15 am

With her swift fall to the ground he stood there waiting, only to find that she charged forward with an unexpected attempt for a headbutt. He was caught off guard when she lunged at him, but an idea came to his mind. One that would stop her in her tracks, and hopefully finish the fight where it was. He stood with the same casual expression he held before, and with the right timing found that his idea was well able to pull off with her attack. When she about collided into his chest he scooted over a foot so her shoulder would be the one to hit him, when she collided they both went down. This was where he put his acrobatic skills into play.

When his back landed on the ground he ignored the pain that surged through his spine and the rest of his body, the breathe he held was knocked out of him but he concentrated his on his next move only. With a quick inhale with his recover he grabbed her rib cage and pulled swiftly, toward above him to the empty space where she would lay. Then moved into a back roll on top of her, pinning her arms and legs down so she couldn't throw any other punches. This was where the fight should end, within the process of it all he kept his cool. Now though he had to let out the small amount of air he held, taking in slow deep breathes. He felt something wet on his face, no doubt he busted a lip with the first move. Now that he had her pinned though he could end it, it was up to her if she decided she was done.

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