✾ 『 tenth hit 』 | accidental video
[ It's been a long day of school at Westerburg High. With three tests out of the way and a soccer practice just finished, Mindy Macready wants nothing more than to make her departure from campus. Her prefers_chess is waiting outside in his car, and it's for that reason that we find her decked out in something more feminine (black shorts AND black tights underneath) with the lightest dusting of make-up pressed against her cheeks. She's lugging a heavy load with her: backpack on one arm, on the other, her sports bag and a net bag stuffed with her cleats and soccer balls. The reason all of this is on camera is that she was trying to make a call to Rudy, instead she accidentally slips on the video button as the scene in front of the (mostly) deserted lunch tables abducts her attention.
Five assholes in those standard letter and leather jackets circumscribed around a short, red-haired boy. The red rings around both eyes his eye, his heavily bleeding lip, and that fist clutching his collar tells a succinct story.
Sigh.
She drops her bags on the floor and sets the communicator on the table. Now it's an accidental movie camera. ]
You think you can do this stuff when I'm not here? Soccer practice from three to five on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Remember?
We've heard about you and your hallway monitoring crap. It's all bullshit.
Fuck off or we'll shove you in a locker until you're crying and screaming for your mommy. You'd fit just right.
[ Crack -crack goes the knuckles of her right fist. Expletives of angry, arrogant boys snap back. A smirk. Two fingers in a beckoning call.
Come on suckers.
The senior in the letter jacket spares no consideration toward Mindy's smaller form as he charges forth with the battlecry of fucking bitch. Rushing at her in full force, he propels his right arm toward her with a fist meant for knuckle to face collision. One of the lackeys in the back of the clique makes a mad dash out of the lunch room, never looking back. The bullied kid sneaks out with him, crawling his way out of the cafeteria.
Mindy's automatic reaction is to meet the dick's challenge, and so she crosses the distance between them in a few quick bounds. His fist reaches out toward her; she dips her head down and dodges it, following that with a powerful turning kick aimed at his knees. The move has its intended effect when his legs give way and crumple to the floor-- she takes that opportunity to punch him in the face. Grabbing him by the brown hair atop his head, Mindy punches him once more.
She still has him by the hair. ]
Gives you a sense of power to beat up weaker people, doesn't it? Makes you worth something when you can force someone down. [ Her grip releases and the guy collapses into a pile on the floor. One out of four finished, the second-- a blonde-- already on his way, only inches away from her and close enough make an attempt to grab hold of her arms. For a moment, it looks like success. Moment being the key word. But his attempt in trumping the little girl dissolves as she manipulates his hold, grabbing his wrists and snapping back the guy's arms. Jerking to the side, Mindy has his arms twisted behind his back and his voice on the verge of a scream. Right now he's whimpering. Mindy's responds by sending his arms nearly cracking--- only a sprain, enough to knock him out of the ring. ] But the moment you lose control? Dude, then it's all over. You lost.
You little freak--
[ She's in still at lost when idiot number three rushes over to push her down. He's not even half there yet when Mindy lets go of the blonde and runs forward with enough momentum to leap and deliver a flying back kick against his chest. The force catapults him into the opposing wall of the cafeteria. ]
Because you were never worth anything in the first place. The illusion's gone. Everything that's been holding up your tower of cards is gone and you'll realize that you're just that pathetic.
The hell you on? Steroids? You're going to fucking die, cunt.
[ A fist lodges into the air immediately in front of her face. She dodges. He kicks. She dodges. He swings left. He swings right. She dodges twice. It's a dance between a ballerina and a guy in a leather jacket with lead shoes. However, he's surprisingly the most skilled of the group. Being the last to challenge her, he should be the second most timid (the first ran away) member of the group and thus the least capable. But surprises, surprises. It's a surprise to him when Mindy swoops away to the side in a fluid roll across the floor and toward one of the lunch tables. She leaps up from floor to table top in a single bound, turning to face him- ]
You used my trademark, asshole. I should hit you just for that. [ A pause for intentionally exaggerated glaring. ] But you know what? Unlike you, I'm a nice person. You've seen the demonstration and hopefully you've learned your lesson for next time. You can run. I won't chase you.
[ There's no more need for damage here. She's shown what she can do to him, and maybe that's enough to deter the asswipe from ever being a deliberate menace on campus again. Or she hopes. But hoping is the same as wishing-- utterly useless-- because that guy (another brunette) is not backing off. Seeing his friends knocked to the floor must have incited something animalistic and idiotic within him because he's diving toward the table with a growl.
Oh well.
He moves forward; Mindy leaps into the air shoulder first and aims herself for a WWE bodyslam onto the brunette. Her aim is perfect and her strength powerful, slamming him hard against the linoleum floor. Blood from a cut lip dribbles out. Yes, that's a tooth on the floor. Perched against his back, she wastes no time in digging one knee into his spine and twisting a hand behind his back. ]
If you were in my position now, I'd know what you would do. You'd say-- Now midget, you've got to admit-- nah, you've gotta scream out that you're the biggest pussy in the world or I'm going to snap your arm like a twig-- and even if I did say it, you'd break it anyway because it's hilarious.
Fuck. Shit- shit, let me go.
[ Two fingers snap forward to slam into the side of his neck. Thanks to the gift of pressure points, he passes out and thus allows Mindy to push herself of the guy without applying further damage. In fact, none of them should need a trip to the hospital-- maybe a dentist trip and nurse to look at that potentially sprained arm and this diverse mosaic of bruises-- but Mindy knows her strength well enough to know what's too much and too little.
Three are passed out, one ran away, and another is too occupied with groaning in pain to move. The bruises should last for a few weeks. ]
If balls stands for manhood, you guys should get them excised.
[ It's a proclamation made as she straightens up her hair and pulls at the wrinkles in her dress. Calmly, Mindy gathers up all three bags and communicator, walking out the door with an air of nonchalance fit for something that never happened. ]
[ ooc: First off, pretend this is backdated to around five thirty on Tuesday. I AM SORRY FOR SO MUCH PROFANITY. she's got her hit-girl bravado up. Also, I hardly ever write fight scenes so please forgive any mistakes or technical issues. <3; either action when she's walking through the hallways + beyond (not in the cafeteria) or audio. ]
also i am going to be horrible and post and run because i need to get up in two hours. ;; ]
Five assholes in those standard letter and leather jackets circumscribed around a short, red-haired boy. The red rings around both eyes his eye, his heavily bleeding lip, and that fist clutching his collar tells a succinct story.
Sigh.
She drops her bags on the floor and sets the communicator on the table. Now it's an accidental movie camera. ]
You think you can do this stuff when I'm not here? Soccer practice from three to five on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Remember?
We've heard about you and your hallway monitoring crap. It's all bullshit.
Fuck off or we'll shove you in a locker until you're crying and screaming for your mommy. You'd fit just right.
[ Crack -crack goes the knuckles of her right fist. Expletives of angry, arrogant boys snap back. A smirk. Two fingers in a beckoning call.
Come on suckers.
The senior in the letter jacket spares no consideration toward Mindy's smaller form as he charges forth with the battlecry of fucking bitch. Rushing at her in full force, he propels his right arm toward her with a fist meant for knuckle to face collision. One of the lackeys in the back of the clique makes a mad dash out of the lunch room, never looking back. The bullied kid sneaks out with him, crawling his way out of the cafeteria.
Mindy's automatic reaction is to meet the dick's challenge, and so she crosses the distance between them in a few quick bounds. His fist reaches out toward her; she dips her head down and dodges it, following that with a powerful turning kick aimed at his knees. The move has its intended effect when his legs give way and crumple to the floor-- she takes that opportunity to punch him in the face. Grabbing him by the brown hair atop his head, Mindy punches him once more.
She still has him by the hair. ]
Gives you a sense of power to beat up weaker people, doesn't it? Makes you worth something when you can force someone down. [ Her grip releases and the guy collapses into a pile on the floor. One out of four finished, the second-- a blonde-- already on his way, only inches away from her and close enough make an attempt to grab hold of her arms. For a moment, it looks like success. Moment being the key word. But his attempt in trumping the little girl dissolves as she manipulates his hold, grabbing his wrists and snapping back the guy's arms. Jerking to the side, Mindy has his arms twisted behind his back and his voice on the verge of a scream. Right now he's whimpering. Mindy's responds by sending his arms nearly cracking--- only a sprain, enough to knock him out of the ring. ] But the moment you lose control? Dude, then it's all over. You lost.
You little freak--
[ She's in still at lost when idiot number three rushes over to push her down. He's not even half there yet when Mindy lets go of the blonde and runs forward with enough momentum to leap and deliver a flying back kick against his chest. The force catapults him into the opposing wall of the cafeteria. ]
Because you were never worth anything in the first place. The illusion's gone. Everything that's been holding up your tower of cards is gone and you'll realize that you're just that pathetic.
The hell you on? Steroids? You're going to fucking die, cunt.
[ A fist lodges into the air immediately in front of her face. She dodges. He kicks. She dodges. He swings left. He swings right. She dodges twice. It's a dance between a ballerina and a guy in a leather jacket with lead shoes. However, he's surprisingly the most skilled of the group. Being the last to challenge her, he should be the second most timid (the first ran away) member of the group and thus the least capable. But surprises, surprises. It's a surprise to him when Mindy swoops away to the side in a fluid roll across the floor and toward one of the lunch tables. She leaps up from floor to table top in a single bound, turning to face him- ]
You used my trademark, asshole. I should hit you just for that. [ A pause for intentionally exaggerated glaring. ] But you know what? Unlike you, I'm a nice person. You've seen the demonstration and hopefully you've learned your lesson for next time. You can run. I won't chase you.
[ There's no more need for damage here. She's shown what she can do to him, and maybe that's enough to deter the asswipe from ever being a deliberate menace on campus again. Or she hopes. But hoping is the same as wishing-- utterly useless-- because that guy (another brunette) is not backing off. Seeing his friends knocked to the floor must have incited something animalistic and idiotic within him because he's diving toward the table with a growl.
Oh well.
He moves forward; Mindy leaps into the air shoulder first and aims herself for a WWE bodyslam onto the brunette. Her aim is perfect and her strength powerful, slamming him hard against the linoleum floor. Blood from a cut lip dribbles out. Yes, that's a tooth on the floor. Perched against his back, she wastes no time in digging one knee into his spine and twisting a hand behind his back. ]
If you were in my position now, I'd know what you would do. You'd say-- Now midget, you've got to admit-- nah, you've gotta scream out that you're the biggest pussy in the world or I'm going to snap your arm like a twig-- and even if I did say it, you'd break it anyway because it's hilarious.
Fuck. Shit- shit, let me go.
[ Two fingers snap forward to slam into the side of his neck. Thanks to the gift of pressure points, he passes out and thus allows Mindy to push herself of the guy without applying further damage. In fact, none of them should need a trip to the hospital-- maybe a dentist trip and nurse to look at that potentially sprained arm and this diverse mosaic of bruises-- but Mindy knows her strength well enough to know what's too much and too little.
Three are passed out, one ran away, and another is too occupied with groaning in pain to move. The bruises should last for a few weeks. ]
If balls stands for manhood, you guys should get them excised.
[ It's a proclamation made as she straightens up her hair and pulls at the wrinkles in her dress. Calmly, Mindy gathers up all three bags and communicator, walking out the door with an air of nonchalance fit for something that never happened. ]
[ ooc: First off, pretend this is backdated to around five thirty on Tuesday. I AM SORRY FOR SO MUCH PROFANITY. she's got her hit-girl bravado up. Also, I hardly ever write fight scenes so please forgive any mistakes or technical issues. <3; either action when she's walking through the hallways + beyond (not in the cafeteria) or audio. ]
also i am going to be horrible and post and run because i need to get up in two hours. ;; ]