Night 58: Main Hallway, 2-Center

Sep 12, 2011 14:29

[from here]The first difference Kurogane noted in comparing this hallway with its lower counterpart was how open it appeared. The usual walls of the Sun Room were absent, replaced with new hallways bordering a railing that overlooked the Sun Room - another area that he had made a point of avoiding after one too many incidents. Above that opening ( Read more... )

zero, mikado, trickster, claude, stefan, daemon, peter parker, kurogane, izaya, two-face, ema skye, rapunzel, castiel, the scarecrow

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vsyourface September 20 2011, 07:01:09 UTC
Scott took a sudden skid of his own as Peter tripped over his own feet and went crashing to the ground with a shriek that shook Scott to his core. Had Peter not been healed the way the other Coliseum sufferers had? No one screamed that loud or curled into that tight a ball over a skinned elbow.

Well. He had wanted to find Peter - and he'd found him. What now? Scott suddenly felt a little sick inside.

The easiest thing to do - to not think about - was just to reach out, do something that held some semblance of being "the right thing" (whatever that was). "Dude, it's okay. Let me help." He sounded concerned, but with no small amount of uncertainty in his voice as he bent forward, one wary hand outstretched toward Peter's. "We can get you to, like, a healer or something. I dunno, someone's gotta be out there, right?"

Scott didn't wait, unable to watch Peter writhe much longer. He reached in, grabbing Peter's hand and making to support the boy under his opposite shoulder. "Here, let me help you up."

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vsyourface September 21 2011, 20:21:40 UTC
He should have expected that. But he hadn't.

"Ah!" Scott's hand jumped to his bare arm as he stumbled back a step, redness already forming there from the sheer force of the hit. He held it for a moment, feeling the sting under his hand as he watched the younger boy back away. Scott's eyes narrowed as the stinging burned through his arm ( ... )

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vsyourface September 25 2011, 07:06:20 UTC
Any rational thought Scott had left was swiftly getting smothered by a churning fog of rage, only stirred up further by the shove to his chest. The hit sent him back a step - but just one. Scott's back foot dug into the floor as his teeth ground into each other. "I don't get to- What do you mean I don't get to say anything?! Oh my god, Peter! Are you hearing yourself?! Are you even listening to the words spewing out of your mouth right now?!"

Scott knew full well the depths of how selfish he could be, even if he didn't always consciously admit it to himself. This, though: this was just beyond belief. There was selfishness and then there was Peter. Was Peter actually saying that he was the only one who got to beat himself up over what happened? That because he'd won gold in the Saddest Life In The World Olympics, no one else could possibly understand what he was going through? And Scott was supposed to be the unbelievable asshole here? Hell no. He wasn't going to take that kind of crap from Peter, not tonight ( ... )

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vsyourface September 28 2011, 00:24:38 UTC
Somewhere inside, Scott knew he ought to back down. Peter was right: why was he fighting to make the younger guy stop crying over someone who'd been horribly killed in front of all of them? Who Peter had horribly killed in front of all of them? It sounded unreasonable when framed in that light. Really unreasonable ( ... )

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vsyourface September 30 2011, 08:10:50 UTC
For a moment, Scott hesitated. Almost realized what he was doing. He was fighting with Peter. Why was he fighting with Peter? He was already in bad enough shape, wasn't he-

His thoughts barely even got that far when Peter returned the punch with a vengeance. Scott's hesitation cost him dearly, and Peter's hit worked exactly as intended, sending Scott back in an arc that would have made any comic book artist proud. His shoulder blade hit the ground first, which might have been the only thing that kept his head from cracking on impact next. "Aghh!" Scott cried out, a surprisingly vulnerable sound in the midst of all their fury. He lay prone on the ground for a moment, stunned by the impact ( ... )

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vsyourface October 2 2011, 08:12:14 UTC
Scott was better able to prepare for the incoming hit this time, but "preparing" only went so far as Oh shit, a fist! in the midst of all that was coursing through his mind and body. Peter's fist drove into Scott's side as he tried to wrench his body out of the way, his feet flying out from under him as the blow drove him into the nearest wall.

His side was screaming, but his rump had barely hit the ground when Scott forced his knees to bend, springing himself forward with a full-on headbutt at Peter's stomach. It was pure raging instinct driving him now, and instinct said that if this move had been good enough to take out a godmode vegan, it would be more than enough to put down the freaking self-absorbed wannabe martyr in front of him now.

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vsyourface October 10 2011, 21:03:54 UTC
Scott went barrelling past Peter like a thousand-pound bull past a matador. He crashed to the ground from the momentum, elbows and cheek burning and scraping as he skidded across the floor face-first. It might have been comical in any other circumstance, but right now, all it did was make Scott feel even more stupid, even more angry. He punched the linoleum, pushing himself up on the one knuckle and wrenching his torso around to see the other boy behind him.

He raised an arm to block the hit he knew was coming. But it never came. Not from Peter, anyway.

Scott's eyes widened as he took in a breath and his lungs caught fire. His hands were around his neck for the second time in about as many days, and he doubled over coughing, falling back to his elbows as the white gas filtered through their flashlight beams and into their lungs. "Wha- What thehaaugh caaughhh caagh!He had to get out of here. He wasn't going to nearly choke to death, not again. Somehow, Scott managed to drag himself along the floor, legs scrambling to push himself ( ... )

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