From: sim	Date: January 8th, 2011 01:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim's head was being painfully squashed and he could taste blood, probably from his mouth. He gave a frustrated roar and bucked Ciaran off him, scrambling to hit feet and kicking the older boy in the stomach.

"I said don't talk about my mom you piece of shit!" He gagged a little as blood dribbled down the back of his throat, but he managed to hold his ground, ears ringing slightly.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 02:13 pm (UTC)		(Link)

He groaned as Sim's foot connected with his stomach, instinctively curling into the kick.

Ciaran kicked his own foot out at Sim's calf; it lacked the punch to throw him off balance, but that was fine. He just needed a distraction so that he could stand up. Being on the ground made him far more vulnerable to a further kicking.

"Or what? Fucking mommy's boy..."

	From: sim	Date: January 8th, 2011 02:27 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Or you'll fucking regret it!" Sim took a run up to Ciaran and swung his fist, connecting with his ear. He knew it was a hard hit because his knuckles had split open angrily.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 02:50 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim could also tell it was a hard hit from the line of mixed English and Bulgarian swearing that spilled from Ciaran's mouth as he held an already-bloody hand to the side of his head.

Scowling, he threw a punch at Sim's eye. Ciaran had been aiming for the boy's temple but he missed it.

Fuck.

"Like your mom regrets you?"

	From: sim	Date: January 8th, 2011 02:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim was pretty sure he'd never been punched in the eye before and it automatically started to swell and close.

"What the fuck? That fucking hurts!" He stated the obvious and stumbled back. "Just because you're a botched abortion doesn't mean the rest of us don't have loving families."

	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:07 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"That's the fucking idea," he growled. What the fuck did Sim expect? Being punched wasn't meant to be an enjoyable experience, was it?

Ciaran gave him a hard shove, just to help him on his way as he stumbled back. "I wasn't a botched abortion you fucking prick." He threw an elbow to the ribs in for good measure.

	From: atotheb	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:17 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Abernathy had been watching the fight from Rienzi house with appalled amusement. She couldn't hear everything that was said and could only witness the physical carnage.

When it was clear that no one was going to break up this fight (or a teacher would get involved) Abernathy decided she'd do something about it.

Strutting out to the lawn like she owned the place she didn't second guess herself for a moment. Pushing up between them she punched in the direction of both boys.

"For fuck's sake gentlemen. Move along already. You can insult each others mothers from opposite sides of the quad later. But you kind of have to survive the fight in order to do that."

	From: sim	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim was about to get stuck in again when Abernathy was suddenly blocking his path.

"What the fuck, AB? Where did you come from? We were only talking!"

	From: atotheb	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:25 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"With your fists?" She shook her head at him and since he'd addressed her first she focused her attention on him. She placed both her hands on his chest and started pushing him back and away from the tall, nerve wracking, transfer student whose name she didn't know. "Nice vocabulary." Coming from AB, it was a compliment.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Ciaran wiped the blood from under his nose using his wrist and frowned as the woman started to back Sim up and out of the fight.

And she was who?

"Hey, we were settling something." He followed after them and, without really thinking about it, grabbed the girl by the arm. "And we weren't done."

	From: atotheb	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:52 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Abernathy was no stranger to fighting. She felt the hand closing on her arm and the urge to punch rose before she could properly think. She turned to face him and smacked her fist into his ribcage. "Looked done to me," she replied roughly. "Teachers around here put the hammer down. Might want to stop now while you still have the option."

	From: crescentcitynpc	Date: January 8th, 2011 04:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Unfortunately for them, Leonard Fortis had witnessed them fighting from one of the windows.

"Too late," came the professor's harsh voice as he approached the trio, wand in hand and not looking at all pleased. "Stoyanov, release Miss Ford so that she may leave." It wasn't a request; it was a command. He had seen Abernathy attempt to break the fight up as he came to stop it himself.

His eyes darted between both boys as he continued. "Both of you to Pendragon's office. Now."

	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)		(Link)

He scowled at the girl and let go. Even if he didn't think things were done with, they were now.

Quite, quite done.

With one arm held across his ribs, Ciaran huffed through his nose...which probably wasn't the best idea considering the almighty crack Sim had given it earlier.

He wiped his face again, flicking a glare at the teacher before looking away. Ciaran picked up his school bag from where he'd dropped it. "Jedi govno," he muttered as he headed towards the main building.

	From: sim	Date: January 8th, 2011 05:02 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim glared up at Fortis and looked at his discarded bike. "If that gets stolen can I suethe school?" He grinned crookedly, feeling a little dazed and followed Ciaran off to Pendragon's office.

"Did you say something?" He asked the older boy innocently.