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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 4:28 pm
The bully stood lamely for amoment, his eyes bulging, he seemed both confused and angry. Aponi grimaced at the look that had come over his face, letting go of his hold on Malachite. He looked up at Mal, who appeared rather calm about the whole situatinon, and felt immedeate reassurance. Still, the feeling of nervousness coiled through his stomach.
"Oh...so, you think your tough, huh?" He narrowed his eyes, scanning Malachite. It was as if it clicked in his brain, and he opened his chubby mouth to spew yet more insults. "I've heard about you...your that kid who get's raped by his dad." He snickered, it sounded smart to him, Aponi covered his mouth.
"Yup...I heard the guys talking, he grabs you by the hair and..." Everything after that Aponi tried to block, he knew it wasn't true, why would someone say a thing like that? Is that really what people thought about Mr. Adrian? He focussed his eyes on Malachite, "C'mon, let's go." He pleaded, for Mal's safety and his own.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 4:44 pm
ooc: I've gotta jump in the shower, I'll probably be on later tonight or tomorrow afternoon. I've got an anniversary to celebrate. heart
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 4:54 pm
(( Okay, talk to you later. ^^ Happy anniversary, whatever it is. heart ))
Malachite never heard Aponi's plea over the rush of blood through his ears.
He was livid.
"At least I don't ******** my sister," he spat, voice dangerously deep and sharp eyes locked on the other boy's as he stepped forward. "You've insulted two of the closest people in my life, and that is unacceptable."
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 11:12 pm
The brute stepped forward, face red, he loved having an excuse to fight. His excuse: A f** insulted his sister. He lunged a meaty claw of a hand towards Mal, his clumbsy, plump form a powerhouse behind his thick arm. His fist aimed directly for Mal's face.
"M-Mal..."
Aponi shied away, ashamed that he could do nothing but hide and beg in the heat of the confrontation. His cheeks went pink with shame. His nerves were twisted, but Malachite seemed so brave, he didn't seem to fear so much for his friend anymore.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 10:16 am
Heaviness does not equal speediness.
Though there was a lot of weight put behind the intended blow, Mal easily dodged to the side, using their combined momentum to drive a fist into the brute's gut. He danced off to the side, keeping Aponi in the corner of his eye. Mal didn't want him getting hurt, and counted on the bully's one-track mind to follow him. "You think you can kick my little fairy a**, dickwad?" he shouted, adding fuel to the fire. "Bring it!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 5:40 pm
The bully grabbed his stomach, coughing a bit before standing up, rubbing his gut. His eyes watered form the blow, and his face was red, but not from fear or tears, now he was angry. He lunged forward like a falling tree, spitting as he let out what sounded like a growl. He intended to grab Malachite's neck with his thick fists.
Aponi bit his bottom lip, Mal was strong...he didn't know he was such a lively spirit. Especially since, technically, Malachite was the one who taught him to put on make-up. He stepped back, minding the sidewalk, watching with concern. Still, he wasn't sure Malachite could overthrow the large boy.
"Wow..." He whimpered, unsure of wether to call for help or back up Malachite.
"You can take him, Mal!"
It seemed his choice was to cheer.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 6:29 pm
Malachite took a few quick steps back, but couldn't get out of his attacker's path. He ducked again, the big meaty hands closing on the ponytail at the top of his head. He spun around, aiming a kick at the boy's knee cap.
Aponi's cheering was encouraging, even as Mal's anger slowly began to fade. Reason was returning to him, taking the place of the blood lust that had fueled him at the beginning of the fight. Since when had he started using his fists to fight his battles?
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:06 pm
The bully's strongpoint wasn't brains or agility, and the kick to the kneecap seemed to temporarily cripple him. He dropped onto the ground, cursing, his eyes swelling with the same tears that might come after you hit your funny bone. He glared, unable to form words, he was being bested by a guy in a skirt.
He attempted to stand, but his legs were jelly, he turned to Aponi whos cheering seemed to make him boil. He grabbed out with a hand, grabbing Aponi by his shirt and easily tossing him off the curb and nearly into the traffic that still hadn't let up. Aponi squealed like the 'sissy' he was, his attempt to catch himself failed, he sat rubbing at his elbow which had came crashing onto the pavement.
With the 'annoying weakling' out of the way, he attempted to regain his footing, but with that high-heeled kick to the knee, he just couldn't shake off the ache. He tumbled about, his legs were quite smaller than his upper body, he looked like a top about the warble to a stop.
Who knew it wouldbe that easy to find his weak spot?
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:35 pm
Mal rolled away and came to a stand, eyes widening as Aponi was nearly tossed into the traffic. "Apo--" he started, dashing over and pulling the boy back onto the sidewalk, caring more for the car heading their way than Aponi's sore elbow. He tugged him back so that there was space between them and the bully -- and kept walking backwards, away from him. His senses were on alert, though he was beginning to feel more panicked after Aponi's close encounter with the traffic.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:45 pm
Aponi felt a cold shiver go up ihs back as the honk of a car buzzed through his ear, he foudn mal was aiding him from the street, though his eyes were set on the bully, not Mal. He stood himself, rubbing at his scratched up elbow, he pleaded with his eyes, a look that begged to leave.
The bully snorted, the strength returnin to his legs, though he know wore a limp. "Pussies! Yeah, not so tough when your boyfriend gets an owie, are ya you friggin' fruit!" His puffy eyes showed that the bully had gotten more than he had expected, his fists were balled itght and held up, as if he were ready to strike out again if the boys took a step foreward. He looked tired...and sweaty. The downfall of being a fat kid in a fist fight.
"Go on home, fags!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:59 pm
The panic abated for the moment; the dark, angry spirit took over again, and a malicious sneer crossed Malachite's face. He caught Aponi's pleading look, but only gave his arm a gentle squeeze.
As he faced the limping lad, he tilted his head to one side, eyes narrowing as he hissed, "You can suck my d**k and ******** like it."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 12:01 pm
"In your ********' dreams!" the chubby bully spat, taking a step foreward, his leg slowly regaining it's strength. His upper body was his only advantage for the moment, and he used it well when he wasn't tripping over his clumbsy feet. He tightened both fists, sending an arm far back and then thrusting it forward with a massive force behind it, trailing the fist straight towards Mal's stomach, his other hand up, covering his face.
Aponi, as usual, timidly pulled back, covering his eyes. He hated being near this guy, even if Mal was bringing him down bit by bit, all he could think of was that foot slamming itno his stomach, being pushed to the ground, being made fun of by this sluggish, ugly brute with an inferiority complex. He was angry, but his fear kept him back.
He could only watch as his best friend and his 'worst enemy' exchanged blows with noone stepping up to aid them.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 12:13 pm
Malachite gave Aponi a gentle shove to safety, then ducked to the side, the bully plowing through the space they'd occupied only moments before. Mal stuck his foot out just as the boy passed, hitting the same spot at his knee as before.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 12:31 pm
The bully's weight exploded atop his knees, sending him face first into the pavement. His nose hit the ground with a sickly cracking sound, spewing an even amount of blood upon the greyed cement. The boy appeared to be out like a broken bulb, gurgling in a pool of his own spit and blood.
Apon nearly fainted, yet a part of him felt a deserved satisfaction, it was his nose he had fallen onto only a week before because of that lad, it was like his own revenge.
He stood there, waiting. Would he get back up, claim hismelf defeated, or should he and Mal just run before either question is answered? There he stood, watching the bully as his nose dripped like a drain.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 12:40 pm
Mal eyed the bleeding figure on the sidewalk with a sort of numb indifference. He then stepped over him, trapping a wrist beneath each of his boots before leaning down and grabbing a hold of the boy's hair.
"You see that boy over there?" he growled lowly, jerking the bully's head in Aponi's direction. "You ******** with him again, and I'll break your nose a second time. And as for my guardian, if you ever speak another foul word about him, you'll wish I'd only broken your nose again."
With that, he released him, stepping back and delivering a swift kick to the boy's side before turning away. He took Aponi's hand in his, laced their fingers together, and led him down the street.
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