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Post by Jade Delanvers on Aug 12, 2006 14:54:53 GMT -4
No one here could work well together. That much was obvious and Jade's calculating mind recoiled in the fact that she had to be on a team with some of these people. They were all doing their own thing and the key to the exercise and winning wasn't really force or anything of the sort, it was, and it was quite funny that the most antisocial person realized this, teamwork. Being a team would take a lot from everyone, but it was the easiest way to win. Too bad no one but Jade realized this as she watched Molly, Xan, and Lainey act quickly. She wasn't sure if any of them were really thinking, but she wasn't stupid. She realized she'd have to fight. It was combat. Who was the person left? Jade didn't even know, she thought she recognized him to an extent, but who was she to think. She didn't really know anyone. The girl was antisocial, but that wasn't the moment to think about that. He was the one left, really. Well, the only one that Jade thought she would really have any challenge with fighting to be truthful, though, then again, she couldn't exactly control her power all of the time. She'd rely on physical combat for a start...
Moving foward quickly, Jade circled her chosen opponent, though she was already feeling the air around her grow heavy. That would allow her to blow off anything he could throw at her, but then again all she knew was that he had something to do with weather. Too bad Jade didn't plan on letting him get that far. Everyone else had acted quickly upon hearing the whistle and Jade had taken her time, really. IT didn't matter who she attacked. She felt it was all pointless really anyway. None of them were really fit to be on a team together. Unlike others, Jade had been workingo n things liket his most of her life. She knew fighting like the back of her hand really. The girl didn't want to jump in too quickly, though she could fight, she didn't know the extent of the guy's powers. She couldn't stand there, though. The quicker she acted the quicker she got this all over with. Jade found herself stopping, she didn't need to circle him anylonger. Hell, she had tactics, but from what she had seen from others she didn't need them. Moving foward a bit Jade smirked before she let out a small huff as she darted towards Liao, aiming a rather well formed kick at his legs. She was aiming to take him down first, and then she'd have to go from there. She didn't rely on her power, physical attacks were what she had to go with for now. Though, not for long if she felt threatened....
Everything was so unorganized. It wasn't really fitting. Especially of those on the team. At this rate none of them would be able to work together and they'd end up killing one another rather than taking the enemy!
(blah, suckage, but a post. I started a fight....*snickers*
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Post by Jake Wallace on Aug 17, 2006 23:03:37 GMT -4
Like all young men, Jake tended to remember moments of glory better than defeat. He remembered playing a trick on his older brother when he was ten (filling a champagne bottle with apple cider and watch Eric and anonymous friend become “drunk”). He remembered beating Troy at every video game, every time they played. He remembered slipping out of punishment for peeing on his father’s sheets. His memory, however, let the years of failed arm wrestling matches and frequent beatings from Eric fade into the background of his mind. He was able to stay elated with life, remembering his victories.
He remembered a soccer game. He remembered the Astroturf grass being as green and fake as it could be, but he forgot that it had been nearly raining. It had been a nothing game; win or lose; it would hardly affect his team’s standings in the tournament. Both teams played valiantly, coming to a flat, zero-zero draw with five minutes to go. Jake had sat back, watching his teammates surge forward and fall back, occasionally intruding to engage a forward in a tackle. With a few minutes left in the game, the two teams stepped it up, but Jake still felt confident enough to lag back a little. He remembered one of the forwards, a tall guy with blondish hair, charging toward him with the ball. For that moment, he let his testosterone get a hold of him, and in one of his adrenaline bursts, flew up to meet him. He remembered tangling with the guy for a couple seconds, then booting the ball up field to assist in the only goal of the game. This was a prime example of how Jake looked at competition in general-about how he looked at life in general.
The battlefield that the school gymnasium had become was, unsurprisingly, no inspiration for Jake to morph into JakeWolf. It took too much effort, and his team seemed to be holding up well on his own. He hunched his shoulders and dodged the rubble and chaos that flew from one end of the room to the other, and fell back behind his team, sulking around the edges of the arena, watching his team freak out in various different ways. He could see the gears working in Jade’s mind. He could hear her think through the back of her head that she needed to have total control of the situation, a flawless victory. Lainey was freaking out magnificently: great yellow discs of death flew towards their opponents, hitting the ground and walls everywhere. In all the confusion, it took the coach a moment to notice Jake tracing a small U in the background of the fight.
The coach told him to get motivated-and quick. Jake looked around wearily. There were endless reasons not to voluntarily become his alter ego, starting with I Don’t Want To, It’s Embarrassing and Uncomfortable, and I’ll Completely Lose Control And Then What Will You Do? and with just plain old Fuck That. He was about to voice one of these concerns when he caught the coach’s eye, and quickly swallowed his retort.
Being a werewolf, as aforementioned, wasn’t always fun and games. Sure, you got to blame being destructive and stuff on something completely out of your control, but it wasn’t always a barrel of laughs. When he was in his half-wolf, half-man form, he was constantly struggling to remain conscious, to not go off the deep end into his animalistic urges. It was exhausting work, trying to keep himself under control, even without constantly running around because that was just what the wolf part of him wanted to do.
He shot one last glare in the coach’s direction, and then tried to focus. Focus was easily achieved in a situation like this, with emotions running wild and out of control. It was easy, in a place like this, to become very angry very quickly, to lose yourself. He thought about his coach, and how much he hated doing this, but focused his malice mainly on women. Two women, really. He couldn’t help but think about how much he hated Jade when he was trying to rile himself up. He half-heartedly tried to stop himself from thinking such malicious thoughts just because Jade was one of his teammates. But who had never been his teammate? Who had had a chance at being Jake’s teammate in life, but failed miserably? No doubt, that whore Hadley Chase. He thought about how messed up she was, how she had tried to twist Jake’s wrist, how he had almost fallen for it. It never occurred to him that all the emotions that were boiling frantically within him might not have all been anger.
As usual, he felt the hair first. Fur sprouted out around his cheeks and forehead, and obscured his vision. The hair on his arms and legs and chest doubled, tripled in thickness, and the body parts themselves swelled massively and rapidly, filling up the loose folds of the jersey easily. The sharp, hot ache of pain beneath his skin ached deep down. And then he was back to the familiar unpredictable, out-of-control feeling like he was going crazy. Thoughts came in short, staccato bursts, and then the rumbling of his conscious, trying to stifle the bursts into one continuous train.
Maybe it was because he hadn’t morphed since school had let out last June, but Jake was having more than the usual amount of trouble controlling himself. He felt panic rise up within him, which only spurred himself on, lighting the fire his coach so desperately wanted right under his ass. He charged through the center of the gym, throwing one of his arms out. He had originally meant this action to balance himself better, but when his fist collided with the side of Lainey’s head, he only freaked out more dove behind the opposing team and hopefully out of the way.
Half of him wanted to run, making himself quiver, while the other half of his mind attempted to restrain himself. He didn’t want to make scene, or at least Jake didn’t. His angry, scared half wanted to break things and people everywhere. He knew he looked pathetic, sitting in the back again, shaking, while everyone else killed each other and passed out, but he had to get control of himself before getting back in the game. He forced himself to take a deep breath, and then let it out in a low growl. His anger came in the familiar waves of intensity, reaching a crescendo and then quieting again.
[Whatever I just had to post, and I’m about to pass out because I’ve been awake for about twenty-four hours so I’m going to leave the ending pretty open there…]
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Post by EmmyistheBest on Aug 19, 2006 4:49:39 GMT -4
'It never occurred to him that all the emotions that were boiling frantically within him might not have all been anger.'
Naw. You like me. -Snickers- -Smothers-
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Post by NoJasonIs on Aug 19, 2006 10:35:47 GMT -4
*innocence* I'm just making drama I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy *more Queen* Guess what in London the other day I saw a play about Queen
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Hadley Chase
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Your body looks better on me.
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Post by Hadley Chase on Aug 20, 2006 5:32:15 GMT -4
I'm so sleepy. And finally all my spots for Remedies have filled...except I think Cassandra but hey, that'll be easy. -Bounces- -Pokes- Emmy is better than Jason.
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