You Obnoxious Slug.:. (open)

[tessa]

[/i]attention, and cocked one eyebrow.
"Yes-- fucker?" he repeated in a level, monotonous tone.

The man blinked once and his face change from anger, to shock, to fury.

"Thats my seat." he insisted, poking Pravin in the chest with a sausage of a finger.

Pravin smirked, "Well, I'll make it easy for you: are you sitting in it?" he queried innocently.

The other man shook his head after a quick moments consideration. "No." he replied simply, anger replaced with curiosity.

Pravin smiled pleasantly, though his eyes flashed with something just slightly malicious, "Then, this is clearly not your seat, is it?"

The people in the cafe had noticed something was going on by then and a waitress with red hair and deep green eyes snapped a look towards them warningly. Pravin continued to smile and spread his hands in a wide innocence, "I don't make up the rules--fucker-- so, why don't you just run along and find yourself a new seat. Hm?"

He could see the blood pressure rising in the man as his face reddened and his huge hands condensed into tight, large fists and decided, for reasons beyond him, to stand and face him. He didn't have the time to stand to his full height.

The man swung his club like arm, fist and all, into Pravins fragile nose cartilage with a sickening crunch. People gasped and some women even screamed, and the waitress dropped her tray and hopped over the couch. She intervened just in time to halt another assault on Pravin,

"Hey, thats enough-- tone it, bud--" she warned the larger man, ignoring Pravin as he pealed himself off the ground and onto his feet, blood smearing his shirt from his broken nose. She continued, smarting with forced-calm fury "I want you both out of this coffee shop-- now!" she commanded.

The mans lip curled into a satisfied snarl. "pussy." he declared. The waitress shot them each a deadly scolding look, though Pravin couldn't see past the spots flashing in his vision. The man left, and the waitress turned to him,

"Are you alright sir? Do you need an ambulance?" she asked worriedly. Pravin shook his head,

"No." and before she could argue, he too made a hasty escape. He hated feeling like he was being watched.

Pravin propped himself up against the side of the shop not visible from the main street and tended to his wound. He shrugged off his now ruined shirt, balled it up into a wad and dabbed the wound clean. Shit. That hurt.


When it finally stopped bleeding he walked off from the shadows of the building and into the streets, naked from his waist up, brooding darkly. What an asshole. He shoved his hands into his pockets and sighed. Ah, well. It was over.

He was walking along the shoreline of the ocean when he heard footsteps behind him. He couldn't react fast enough before he was shoved face-first into the sand and he howled in pain as his broken nose impacted into the ground with a blinding pain. Blood stained his bare chest as a foot drove itself into his midsection and he rolled over, clutching his nose, clutching his gut, face screwed into a pained expression.

"Hello fucker!"


The asshole from the coffee shop sneered, along with two of his buddies. They lifted him by his arms and brought him to a dock, leaning him over so his nose was but inches from the swelling waters.

The man yanked on Pravin's hair, pulling his head back. Pravin peeled his eyes open to stare at him.

Yeah. It was him. A sick smile crossed his face.

"You so brave now, eh, fucker?"

Pravin sputtered, " y'know an'thing oth'r than f-fucker-- fucker?"

The man let go of his hair and his two friends plunged Pravin's head into the water, the first man holding him down. They were drowning him.

When he had almost blacked out they pulled him up again, and one of the men drove a fist into his broken nose. Pravin groaned blearily, and when he began to come to, they drowned him again.

Help me, he begged to no one in particular, oh shit, please!

He faded out again, and was pulled out, and beaten, and dunked again. He couldn't take anymore. Anymore, and he'd be dead. He knew it.


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[atrb=background,http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e163/Thoroughbred_cutie77/headerdos_03.gif] Amgine was in her shifted form, a large dapple gray horse. Yes, it was probably stupid to be out in the daytime as a giant horse, but she was hidden a bit back from the shoreline among the rocks that towered over the ocean tides, their bottoms worn down by the salty water. The wind was strong with the smell of salt but few people were on the shore today, they were all in town, or at their day to day jobs. A snort escaped the mares nostrils, trying to cleanse her palette of the burning salt. She gazed along the shoreline, noticing a group of men moving in tight formation, one of them moving as if protesting, the moved to the docks and a gut feeling told her this was trouble. She tested the air again and noticed one scent in particular, a scent she recognized. It took her a moment to place it but the smiling face of the other horse shifter came to mind. Along with the scent came the coppery odor of blood, her ears stood alert catching the men’s shouts and cries. Pravin must be in trouble. She hesitated for a moment before taking off onto the dunes as to stay out of sight, trying to get a better view of the situation before jumping into it. Amgine knew this was a bit crazy, and extremely dangerous, that this was someone she had met only once, but she also knew she couldn’t stand by and do nothing. As she ran she thought of some way she could help, she remembered the knife she kept in her jean pocket, as well as her cell phone. Her father had given her the knife after teaching her about throwing them, and even though pocket knives were a bit too heavy to throw, she could wield one in a pinch, though it might be better to keep the knife with her. The silver horse slid to a stop on the dunes and took a leap off it, shifting into her human form, hitting the ground at a dead run she headed straight towards the group of men. She slid her hand into her back pocket, withdrawing her knife she flipped it open with one flick of her wrist and then opened her cell phone Hey, douche bags, she yelled while still running towards them get the fuck away from him before I call the cops! Her tone was serious and edged with steel, her grey blue eyes icy and menacing. She was built like a swimmer, with broad shoulders and toned arms, and though she was slender, she was all muscle. She stopped at the end of the dock, knife in one hand, ready to throw it, cell phone in the other. For: Tesseh Note: Eh, I did the best I could while staying true to character.

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[atrb=background,http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e163/Thoroughbred_cutie77/headerdos_03.gif] She watched as they left, putting her cell phone in her pocket and flipping her knife closed. She ran to the end of the dock, scanning for Pravin, she saw his dark curly mop of hair hit the shore and she took off again towards his limp, seemingly lifeless body, she silently prayed that he was alive, she didn’t know why, but she would be upset if he suddenly left this world. Maybe it was because he was horse shifter like she was? She knelt down beside his torso, noticing his badly swollen, and obviously very broken, nose. Her face softened slightly, she hated seeing people hurt. She dropped her head to his so her ear was near his mouth, she felt his breathe on her cheek, a very good sign. She picked up his wrist and checked his pulse which was beating quite fast, probably trying to get his blood flowing after being deprived of oxygen. She sighed How’d you get yourself into this mess you bloody idiot? Her voice was a whisper as she got to her knees and into a squatting position, hooking her arms underneath his and dragging him away from the water and onto dry sand. It was harder than she expected, for such a skinny guy he sure weighed more than he looked. She huffed and dug her feet in the last few inches, she let him down gently and shrugged off the windbreaker she had on, folding it up and placing it under his head. She ran her fingers through her wavy light brown locks and looked down at him with her grey blue eyes. Amgine reached down and gingerly brush a few of the damp curls off his face before tapping his cheeks in an attempt to wake him up. C’mon, you can wake up now, the stupid howdy fuckers are gone and I promise I won’t hurt you, please, please wake up? For: Tesseh Note: Sorry it kind of sucks

[isis]

OOC:Tesseh let me pop in here to RP, so here I am! If it's a bit slow-motion, it's because I have to include all of the events taken place already. Don't ask why.


As a proud shifter of the Assassins, Isis, can easily kill a man bare-handed from the years of tae-kwuan-do she had taken and from the training from her guild. Sort of. Well, she did learn "The Wringer" move herself. You pretty much subdue an enemy by causing him excruciating pain and then break his arm off. Sounds like generic fighting move, right?

Isis didn't know why she was at the coffee shop today. She had decided to skip her classes today at school, but hey, she doesn't have any parents now, so it doesn't matter now. right? After ordering a vanilla latte, she sat down to have a sip, taking a rest from her hectic shifter life. Mid-way, Isis heard a loud shout and a small scuffle; locating where the noise was, she saw a handsome young man with a nice skin complexion, being abused by an older but equally as handsome man. He looked a bit like a generic surfer dude in movies.

"Hey, fucker"

Isis tilted her head, in excitement. It was so amusing to watch two guys fight over something that was useless and stupid.

"Yes --- fucker?" the second man replied. He raised his eyes slowly, the color of warm melted chocolate. Isis gave a small gasp. It had pierced her heart. Not in a swooning way, just in a OMG way. She continued to watch the little scuffle between the two. The Generic Surfer was incredibly pissed off at Mr. Brown Eyes. He said something about that was his chair and other contradictory whatnot, but in the end gave Mr. Brown Eyes a broken nose.

A fat, but grandmotherly looking coffee shop lady bustled over, and scolded the Generic Surfer. She ordered him to leave the premises immediately. Reluctant, he took off. Ms. Coffee Lady, rushed over to Mr. Brown Eyes and asked if he was alright and needed her to call an ambulance. He declined and hastily left avoiding the stares of others. Isis moaned in sadness. Sort of. Why did she had to break up the fight?

Getting up, she decided to follow Mr. Brown Eyes out. If they both went outside, she thought, then the fight must have resumed, right? Isis continued to follow him to the shoreline. He lay down to take a rest. Scoffing to him, she hid in the tress waiting. Soon, the Generic Surfer and two of his buddies came by and quickly subdued Mr. Brown Eyes through the element of surprise. Isis smiled a bit, but then realized he was going to dump his body into the ocean. She was thinking of a plan, when another girl came out and tried to maim the Generic and his buds, but they ran away. Right to where Isis was hiding.

While the other girl was trying to help Mr. Brown Eyes, Isis had a different job to do. As Generic ran by, he saw her and couldn't resist the chance to flirt with a pretty girl.

"Hey, how's it going?" he said, trying his best to smooth out his mangled hair, as his two friends took a look at her. They wolf whistled at her bodice, winked. Making a motion of 'Call Us', the Generic shot a glare at them, and they ran away.

"Shut up and go away, you bastard."[/color] came the simple answer. Isis glared at him, eyes full of hate. Apparently, this boy didn't have enough brains to see that she was interested. He chuckled at her response.

"Heh, you got spunk. Say, you wanna catch a movie with me sometime soon?" he asked, seizing his chance to early. "Name's Chad. Chad Burkley." He put his right arm up against the tree, so his face towered over Isis's entire body which was conveniently propped against the same tree.

"Whoa. Not so fast, Chad,"[/color] Isis emphasized his name, try to let him on to the fact that if he doesn't back off he's gonna get hurt. "I say, that if a person like you dumps a body into the ocean then leaves like a killer, then I'd rather not."[/color] she retorted. Isis smirked slightly at the sight that Chad's face was becoming a teapot on a stove. Ready to burst at any moment. He clenched his teeth before sighing in utmost anger.

"Look, bitch. I asked you out. You're supposed to say yes. I beat that dude up 'cause he stole my seat. Get the picture?" Chad tried his best to hold his anger. Isis smirked again and nodded. She was about to open her mouth and say something but then thought of another idea.

Walking around him, she trailed her hands around his chest. Chad smiled, thinking he had hit a good-looking babe and was going to bang her up. He was reaching out to wrap her waist around him, when Isis suddenly lunged and grabbed his arm. She twisted it and forced his arm to his back. Pulling it up, hard, she cause a spurt of pain. Again. And again. And again. He was screaming swear words at her along with several loud yelps of pain. Isis smirked.

"That's why the people in this town don't bother me. Because they know I'm the Wringer."[/color] She gave one last tug on Chad's arm and felt it break. He screamed out in pain, before wrenching his arm out of her grasp. He glared at her with such hatred, Isis thought his eyes would pop out and he would die of high blood pressure.

"You, fucking bitch! Damn you!"

"I should say the same to you, motherfucker."[/color] Isis replied, nonchalantly. She kicked him in the stomach before turning to leave. Chad groaned loudly, before lunging at Isis's left shoulder with his unbroken arm. She turned and twisted his arm, once again. "Do you want another broken arm?"[/color] She gave it a hard tug and threw the arm back at him. Chad mouthed "FUCK" at her before tramping through the forest, like bear hit with a rock.

Running back towards the beach, she slid next to Mr. Brown Eyes, who lay in the sand, peacefully; barely breathing. Frantic, she asked the other girl who was tending to him, "Is he alright?"[/color] It was a stupid question, but that's what people do when they are scared and panic.

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[atrb=background,http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e163/Thoroughbred_cutie77/headerdos_03.gif] Amgine stared down at Pravin, seeing no response to her plea a frown formed on her full lips and she furrowed her brow, becoming very worried. What if she did something wrong? Maybe she shouldn’t have moved him? She gnawed on her bottom lip, she wasn’t exactly savvy on the whole life saving, CPR stuff. She never took a class, and her schooling did little to supplement any of that. She took his wrist and felt for a pulse, it was slow and faint now, and that worried her even more. C’mon, please be okay She could shift in her horse form and somehow get Pravin on her back and to safety, or at least a close enough distance to the city where she could get further help. She could call the hospital, but maybe that might be a bad idea since he was a shifter? She ran her hand through her hair again, letting out a frustrated sigh. She was scared, really scared. She balled her hand into a fist and punched the sand, she hated this, not knowing what to do. Hot tears began to form in her eyes and she rubbed them away in defiance. Something caught her attention, noises in the close by woods, sounds of muffled pain and screams. She did her best to crouch down in front of Pravin, protecting him from the noise, the potential danger. Suddenly the noises stopped and a girl, maybe 14 or 15 years old, came dashing out of the woods, sliding down next her. She stared at her bewildered for a moment, her hand reaching for her knife and stopping as the newcomer spoke. Is he okay? She studied the girl for a moment, seeing the genuine look of panic on her face, but there was something deeper, something that told Amgine this girl was a force to be reckoned with. The sudden movements of the man made her redirect her attention, she watched as he vomited water, wanting badly to help him in some way. Her breathe caught as he opened his eyes, the darted around, crazed and unseeing, before closing. Her eyes moved to his chest, watching the shallow rise and fall of his ribs. He was alive. She turned back to the girl, noticing her scent for the first time, it was a scent the equine shifter recognized. Either this girl spent a lot of time around horses or she was a shifter. ..she had to take a bet on the second one and do something that contradicted her entire self. We need to get him somewhere safe, he’s passed out, and probably in a lot of pain, We might both be able to carry him, but I need to know something first…where is your tattoo? Hopefully this young girl knew what she was talking about, hopefully she was a shifter and they could get Pravin somewhere safe. For: Tesseh and Isis Note: Not as bad as I expected.

[isis]

Isis stared at the man that lay in front of her, barely breathing. He convulsed and vomited some water up. "That's right. It's going to be OK."[/color] she crooned, running her fingers through his hair gently. She wasn't sure if he heard her or not, but it made her feel better. The girl had asked, "Where's you tattoo?" to Isis. She stifled a gasp, before replying, "Up here, on my arm. Where's yours? And are you a horse shifter too?"[/color] She pulled up the sleeve of her shirt to show the glowing tattoo before pulling it back down. Isis let her words tumble out of her mouth, jumbling them in clumps that it made it hard to understand, let alone answer.


The sound of police sirens broke the awkward silence. Isis could hear a familiar voice, bellowing up ahead. "---she broke my arm, officer! That girl assaulted me and broke me arm!" Isis groaned. Not him again. Isis quickly turned to the girl and urgently said, "Look. That guy over there called the cops on me. I'm going to shift into a horse and you hop on my back, m'kay? And bring him on too. Or try too. When the cops come over, tell them that the dude assaulted HIM,"[/color] Isis gesticulated at Mr. Brown Eyes. "and tell them the story. If they ask about me, say you never saw me, OK?"[/color] Without waiting for an answer, she bent down on all fours and shifted.


An Arabian steed pranced in the place of where the girl was last at. She took a glance at the other girl and beckoned her with a gentle nicker. Bending her hoof, she concentrated hard on something. In the end the product was written in the sand:

'I AM ISIS. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?'


The sounds of Chad and the officer conversing was getting louder. Isis perked her ear and looked up. Over a small dune, she could see them approaching the trio. Whinnying franticly, Isis reared up before plunging down, splattering sand over herself and the rest of the group. She raised her hoof again and concentrated. The result was another message, but more sloppy than the first.

'CLIMB ON MY BACK OR PUT THE GUY OVER IT.'


She knelt down, hoping to ease the leverage of the body and mounting on her back.

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[atrb=background,http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e163/Thoroughbred_cutie77/headerdos_03.gif] "That's right. It's going to be OK." the girl was speaking to Pravin, maybe she knew him? This wasn’t really the time to ask, so she kept her mouth shut. Amgine didn’t trust anyone, she couldn’t, so asking this girl about her tattoo was a huge thing to do and she tensed up slightly, waiting for her response. Up here, on my arm. Where's yours? And are you a horse shifter too? she let out a small sigh of relief and nodded. She pulled her lower lip down and showed the girl her tattoo. Her shifted form was a Thoroughbred, they were bred for racing, and once on the track they were given a tattoo on their lip for identification. It was simply irony that her shifter tattoo should appear in the same place. She let go of her lip when she heard the sound of sirens, and voices. Her gaze automatically rest on the girl, who was already explaining herself. Look. That guy over there called the cops on me. I'm going to shift into a horse and you hop on my back, m'kay? And bring him on too. Or try too. When the cops come over, tell them that the dude assaulted HIM and tell them the story. If they ask about me, say you never saw me, OK? she nodded, wondering just how she managed to break his arm…not that she wanted to find out first hand. She watched the girl shift into a fine Arabian mare and begin writing in the sand, she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the scene. She gave the girl a small smile and spoke Isis…like the Egyptian goddess of magic and life if I remember correctly? I’m Amgine She turned back to Pravin, once again hooking her arms under his and dragging him to where Isis was now kneeling noting the nearness of the officer, she moved faster. She placed the man torso on the horses withers and moved his leg over her back, holding him still long enough for Isis to get on her feet. She walked to the mares head and looked her in the eye. If I were you I would get him out of here, I’ll meet you at the lighthouse. I’ll distract the cop, but I won’t tell the story, it would create too much of a mess for him and both of us. You and I can go after the bastard later, I just don’t want to involve the authorities. Amgine hope that the girl would understand her point of view. Involving the cops would put them all on the radar, and that was the last thing they needed. She waited for them to leave before strolling casually towards the cop and douche bag. She jammed her hands into her jean pockets and kept her eyes straight ahead. She caught the eye of the guy who had drowned Pravin. He looked suddenly worried, she knew the story, she had witnessed it and could easily turn the tables on this spineless coward. She raised and eyebrow giving him a look that said “You’ve got nothing on me so don’t even try” “Excuse me, Miss?” the cops voice reached her ears and she turned and gave him a polite smile. Yes officer? “I’m looking for a girl about this tall with dark hair, fairly young. You wouldn’t happen to have seen her would you?” Amgine furrowed her brow and pretended to think for a moment. No sir, I can’t say I have. Sorry I couldn’t be of more help, but I’ll keep an eye out for her and if I see her I’ll be sure to give you a call. “Thank you Ma’am” She gave him an apologetic smile, and nodded briefly to the man before departing. She walked towards a path way that lead to the town and once out of sight of the officer she changed route towards the light house. She took a running start and jumped, shifting into a dapple gray thoroughbred. Her hooved touched the ground and she took off at after Isis. For: Tesseh and Isis Note: I kind of had to rp the cop, I hope that's okay!

[isis]

Isis…like the Egyptian goddess of magic and life if I remember correctly? I’m Amgine.


Isis snorted in her face gently to show that she didn't not like being mentioned with the stupid Egyptian goddess. As she stood impatiently waiting for Amgine to put Pravin on her back, she twitched her ears at the noise of the police officer and Mr. Chad Bastard Burkley continuing to talk. From the tone of the officer, he clearly had enough of the man next to him, but Chad was too stupid to see that. As Pravin was finally propped on her back, English style, Isis had to bend/trip under his weight, unused to being ridden on and to the heavy weight of the slim young man. "Oh, jeez. He's heavy. Considering his skinny body, he's a load!"[/color] she thought.

If I were you I would get him out of here, I’ll meet you at the lighthouse. I’ll distract the cop, but I won’t tell the story, it would create too much of a mess for him and both of us. You and I can go after the bastard later, I just don’t want to involve the authorities.

Nodding vigorously, Isis took off in a fox trot, a gait she had learned from her grandpa, who had happened to be of the Missouri Fox Trotter bloodline. As the sand kicked out from under her hind hooves, Isis's front hooves picked up; meticulously land on the sand without slipping. The light house was a long way off, but that's what was great about being part Arabian. The endurance and strength to survive long distances. Continuing her way,Isis tried to get there faster to a gallop, bu it was so jittery that the man on her back nearly fell off. Pausing for a moment, Isis shook her back gently like a rocking chair to get him back into balance, though he was passed out.

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Finally arriving at the lighthouse, Isis let out a deep sigh through her flared nostrils. Sweat lathered her pelt as she knelt down gently getting Pravin off her back. He slid off her back and landed in the sand, still knocked out. Isis, prodded his stomach with her hoof gently, before drawing back quickly as he convulsed more water up and out of his body. Shifting back, Isis was still knelt at his side, brushing her fingers through his hair once again.