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			10:35 pm January 7th, 2011

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	Characters: Ciaran & Sim Setting: Near the Rienzi Dormitory Content: Swearing and violence, y/y? Summary: C & S find more reasons to hate each other. Lattimer was a dick. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had to sit through Latin and repeat words he didn't care to learn, now Ciaran was getting held back after school by this asshole too. For drawing in class. For not paying attention in class. For not finishing any of his notes in class. Seriously, was the message not getting though? Latin was a waste of his time, and Ciaran thought that was pretty fucking obvious. Why Lattimer didn't agree...who knew. He was still getting paid for teaching; why give a fuck if the students want to learn it or not? But no, that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Better to haul them in after their lessons were done and go on and on and on about how if they just listened and paid attention and got involved then maybe things would be a little easier for them blah blah blah. Because your dyslexia just disappeared when you ~got involved~. Why hadn't Ciaran thought of that? He huffed and headed towards the Rienzi dorms. Maybe he could learn to say fuck you in Latin; that would show he was willing to learn, wouldn't it? Tags: !incomplete, simon burford

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	From: sim	Date: January 7th, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim had been getting really frustrated with this one trick that was beyond him. He'd been trying since class had got out and only had a scuffed elbow to show for his effort. He was sulking, sat next to his bike and taking a break when he spotted Ciaran. He looked angry. Best not to bother him then, but just looking at him made Sim annoyed.

"Problem?" He shouted over at the Rienzi and got to his feet, spitting on the ground next to him.

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	From: cantspell	Date: January 7th, 2011 11:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)

...what did this asshole want?

Ciaran flicked his gaze - more like a scowl - over to Sim. What a loser. If you had beef with someone then fair enough, but going out of your way to hate someone your friend didn't like, even when they weren't around, was just pathetic. This kid needed to stop playing on his bike and fuck off to his own dorm.

"You're still breathing."

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	From: sim	Date: January 7th, 2011 11:08 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim laughed but it didn't reach to his eyes like normal. "Mostly" he answered Ciaran, glad the other boy had decided to bite rather than ignore him.

"Aren't you supposed to have a handler or something with you? To make sure you don't try and rip any little girl's throats out?"

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	From: cantspell	Date: January 7th, 2011 11:21 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Fresh. Did he have any jokes about the titanic stored away in his archive as well?

"Why d'you wanna know? You worried I'll rip yours out?" Ciaran shook his head and smirked. "Don't worry, I only go after the feisty chicks. I leave the complete fucking wussy ones alone."

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	From: sim	Date: January 7th, 2011 11:26 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim scoffed and looked Ciaran up and down. "Feisty chicks? You couldn't even get a fucking freshman. Don't kid yourself, it's kind of sad."

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	From: cantspell	Date: January 7th, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Ciaran wasn't really one for smiling at people he'd rather kick in the face, but he couldn't help himself. He shrugged. "Your friend Emilie disagrees."

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	From: sim	Date: January 7th, 2011 11:36 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim's smile dropped slightly and he tensed up a little bit. "Whatever mate, Emilie has more taste than a little prick like you." He hoped.

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	From: cantspell	Date: January 7th, 2011 11:45 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Yeah, I dunno what she'd see in me," he smiled. "I like her ink though, especially that little tattoo on her right hip. Very nice."

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	From: sim	Date: January 7th, 2011 11:48 pm (UTC)		(Link)

What would she see in this bag of dicks? Was this kid hell bent on fucking with everything Sim held dear?

"Bullshit. Where? When?" He seemed a little unsure now. "She wears like, fucking see through clothes" (or was that just a dream he had had?) "so big deal your know her tats."

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	From: cantspell	Date: January 7th, 2011 11:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"She wasn't wearing see-through clothes at New Year." Look at that, the little douchebag was faltering. Ciaran couldn't help but smile a bit wider. "You could just ask her...or...you'd know how many piercings she has, right? I don't mean the ones in her face, I mean the rest of them."

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	From: sim	Date: January 8th, 2011 12:03 am (UTC)		(Link)

"You're a fucking liar" Sim snarled, easily riled and closing the gap between them in a few steps. Emilie was...well she wasn't his, not at all, but she could do a lot better than Ciaran. Stas, perhaps. Even his kid brother, for fucks sake.

"What the fuck are you even doing here, you should be in one of those mental schools for retarded children." He jabbed a finger in Ciaran's chest angrily.

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	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 12:18 am (UTC)		(Link)

"I don't have to lie," Ciaran said, still wearing a smirk.

That smirk disappeared when Sim's blunt little finger jabbed into his chest. He looked down, curling his fingers into his fists briefly, before making himself unfurl them again. He wasn't going to land the first punch. Not yet at least.

Instead he pressed his palms against the smaller boy's shoulders and shoved him hard. "And what fucking school should you be in? Didn't think they had one for angry midgets."

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	From: sim	Date: January 8th, 2011 12:25 am (UTC)		(Link)

Sim stumbled slightly at the push and pushed the taller boy back furiously. "I dunno dude, I'm starting to wonder myself after they started letting in fucking spastics." From previous scuffles he knew that kind of talk pushed all of Ciaran's buttons and he grinned despite himself.

"I really didn't know Em was into pity fucks, how can you live with yourself?"

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	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 10:54 am (UTC)		(Link)

Ciaran had changed his mind about throwing the first punch before Sim had finished saying the word 'spastics'. He decided to give Sim a fair chance by letting him finish his sentence, and then he threw his fist at the smaller boy's face.

Fucking douchebag.

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	From: sim	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:09 am (UTC)		(Link)

It hurt but it was a familiar pain that gave Sim the rush that only getting punched could cause. He was laughing, though he probably didn't even realise. He knew his only tactic was to get Ciaran to the ground and at a more managable height, tackling him around the waist and punching him somewhere in the ribs.

"I heard your mom had to keep you on a leash until you were ten" he panted, his nose throbbing.

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	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:35 am (UTC)		(Link)

His back wasn't going to thank him later for landing on the ground so awkwardly. Thanks to adrenaline and the swift punch to the ribs though, it barely registered in Ciaran's head. He had other things to contend with, such as getting Sim back for that punch.

He grabbed a handful of Sim's collar and balled up his fist again, aiming for Sim's thick, empty fucking head.

And that comment just made him hit harder.

"I heard your mom still does."

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	From: sim	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:43 am (UTC)		(Link)

Sim's nose was now bleeding freely and flowing everywhere and he tried to twist his collar away from the older boy. He went for a hard headbutt at the bridge of Ciaran's nose violently.

"Don't say shit about my mom you motherfucker!" He yelled going red in the face.

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	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:59 am (UTC)		(Link)

Fuck. Okay, that hurt; adrenaline was doing to nothing to help him ignore that one.

Still, he wasn't letting go of that collar. When Ciaran did manage to draw his hand away from his nose, he balled it into a fist and punched Sim in the stomach.

"Da ti eba majkata" he spat back, landing another punch in Sim's gut for good measure.

His head was still throbbing. Fuck, why hadn't he thought of headbutting this bastard first?

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	From: sim	Date: January 8th, 2011 12:09 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim was winded by the punch, coughing and trying to draw a breath the smile finally fell off his face. He was unable to anything but kick his legs wildly and hope to connect with that asshole until he got his breath back.

"I don't fucking speak retard" he managed to get out, blowing blood out of his nose in a little spray.

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	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 12:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Bad head or no bad head, he was taking this opportunity before this prick stopped raining blood on him and started punching again.

Ciaran pushed Sim off him, rolling the other boy onto his back. "Then how do you understand your stupid fucking mother?" he said, spitting at the smaller boy as he shoved his head against the ground.

He hit Sim in the mouth. "Or do you just show her pictures of coloured shapes and hope for the best?"

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	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.

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	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..."

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	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.

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	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?"

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	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."

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	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.

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	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."

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	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!"

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	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.

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	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."

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	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."

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	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."

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	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.

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	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.

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