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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Mar 30, 2007 8:15:18 GMT 7
Christian gritted his teeth when Keith got over-confident with the teenagers. Although he was doing a good job keeping them off at first, they all seemed to come at him at once. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Christian couldn't help but be reminded of a swarm of bees. This is why he would never have children. He continually reminded himself this as he watched all of the children flock to Keith.
The fact that Keith was still joking managed to evade Christian entirely. He desperately wanted to escape this chaos without any bruises, but chances were beginning to feel pretty slim. Although the teenagers on his side of the riot had given up, the kids facing Keith were still pounding relentlessly. It was madness at it's best.
Christian saw Keith get punched in the nose, and then hit in the eye. Despite not wanting to hit anyone, even especially a kid, Christian found himself with his fist quite blantantly in a teenager's chin. The kid cursed, his hand reaching up to grab his jaw, already beginning to flare up in a colourful arrangement.
He instantly felt regret. The fight wasn't fair. The kid was smaller than him, and younger. But then again, Christian had no experience and the high schooler did throw a punch at Keith, first. Perhaps it was fair.
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Post by Keith Lewis on Mar 30, 2007 23:28:23 GMT 7
A little disorientated because of the pain that Keith was feeling in his face, he barely noticed Christian punch one of the kids in the face. One eye that was closed and the other watering because of the pain, Keith only saw a blurry fist fly into the face of one of the kids and he knew immediately that it was Christian. That and because the blurry fist seemed to be coming from the sky and he doubted that god would reach down to punch a kid in the face.
He wiped his eye to get rid of the water and felt himself able to open the other one, although it was throbbing a little. "Thanks dude" Keith thanked Christian but didn't have time to look at him because as he turned to face the kids he saw another fist headed his way but this one was far enough so that he had time to react, and react he did. He ducked and let the fist go flying past him and into the face of a teen on the other side of Keith. The two boys, who seemed to be friends started going at it. A small victory on Keiths side that even with one bung eye, he was still able to dodge a punch and get two people away from him.
Following the quick duck, Keith quickly stood upright and just struck his fist forward, not really caring who he hit. Christian was behind him so he knew that it wouldn't be him, and since he didn't know anyone else here, at that exact moment, everyone was his enemy. Everyone was trying to get at him but he wasn't going to let that happen. He raised his right leg and straightened it out immediately in the direction of one of the bigger boys surrounding him, knowing that his kicks would be much better against the boy then his punches. He'd save those for the weaker looking ones.
He turned around for a split second to look at Christian while lunging forward to grab one of the kids and do a sleeper hold on him while trying to kick one of the boys beside him at the same time, a hard but acomplishable feat thanks to his years of martial arts training. It was harder then he remembered though and he knew that the next day, all his muscles would be aching with pain. Not wanting to cause any more damage, and knowing the cops would probably show up any minute Keith grabbed Christians sleeve and pulled him towards the nearest empty section of the park. "We better get outta here before the cops show up" Keith yelled back, having let go of his sleeve so that they could both run easier.
Two boys that were in the fight had seen them run off though and they weren't about to let them get away. They chased after Keith and Christian and as soon as they saw Keith stop they sprinted forward and one of the boys tackled Keith to the ground, full on rugby style, while the other one went to deal with Christian.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Mar 31, 2007 11:03:19 GMT 7
Fists continued to fly, and Christian did everything in his power to avoid being on the receiving or delivering end. His adrenaline was at a much higher rate than normal, threatening an overload if that was at all possible. With his heart in his throat, he watched Keith take on the majority of the throng. They were dropping like flies, thank God.
After what felt like centuries, Keith grabbed Christian's sleeve and began to quickly drag him to a clear area of the park. The music was had apparently been pounding his eardrums, because the sound of the bass and drums over the crowd sent his ears absolutely throbbing now. At least he hadn't been concentrating on it during the riot. Now it was all he could hear.
The thought of cops made Christian want to be sick. Being caught for an act that was not his fault only made it worse. It was potentially the worst combination one could invent. His head spun as the air around him seemed to return, and his eyes were squinted from the brilliance of the sun all around them. The crowd was left behind, hallelujah, and the day could potentially turn around.
Unfortunately, that was still not the case. Two tough-headed boys apparently thought it would be grand to chase the two adults down, making Christian groan in frustration. It was not any true surprise when they split their ways, one going for Keith and one for Christian.
Despite struggling for quite some time with the attempt to not hurt the rambunctious teenager, Christian struck out in self-defense. The kid had scored a nice bruise on Christian's jaw, only to have the feeling reciprocated with greater force from the towering adult. Once the kid was down on the ground clutching his jaw, Christian lifted his eyes to look over at Keith.
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Post by Keith Lewis on Mar 31, 2007 19:05:51 GMT 7
Lying on the ground, some stones in his back since his shirt had slid up in an awkward way once he hit the ground, Keith aggressively pushed the kid off him before getting up and taking a step back so he could get the stones and dirt off him. "For fucks sake" Keith said in a frustrated & angry tone.
A pissed off look on his face, he raised his head a little, his eyes narrowed and looking straight into the boys eyes. It was obvious that the boy started to get a little freaked out but who wouldn't. The way Keith was staring at him was enough to make even the bravest men start shaking in their boots. Pure hatred was radiating out of Keith toward the boy. He just wanted to get out of there. But thats what happens when he tries to be a good Samaritan and help out a small boy.
Keith darted toward the boy who was now looking scared out of his wits at the anger coming from Keith. The kid wanted to run but knew it was too late. He looked over at his friend for help but his friend was too busy getting beaten up by Christian.
A yell came from Keith as he leapt forward and jumped toward the boy in anger. He tackled him to the ground and instead of standing up and letting the boy have a chance to recover and possibly attack, Keith's fists started flying to the boys face, crashing down like strikes of lightning. His fists seemed to have minds of their own as they just wouldn't stop and continued to pound into his face.
The anger inside Keith had calmed down and he soon realised the extent of his actions. Small spots of blood were on Keith's fist and sleeve and trails of blood were coming from the boys nose, lip and some cuts on his cheek. He stood up and looked at the boy, surprised at his sudden outburst of anger. The sound of sirens came ringing in his ear which brought him back to the real world. Now nervousness tok over him and not knowing what else to do, Keith ran up to Christian pulling his shirt roughly. "We need to go!" He yelled as he started toward the other end of the park. "Now" Keith called, gaining speed.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Apr 1, 2007 10:37:54 GMT 7
The first day back and already there was bloodshed. All of the colour was gone from Christian's face when Keith pulled his shirt and suggested they leave. 'Suggest' being the mild term, of course.
Christian followed his friend, his mind spinning from what had just happened. He felt absolutely horrible, not from physical injuries but from guilt. Although he still believed the teenagers he had hit did deserve what was coming, Christian couldn't help but cringe from the feeling creeping into his gut. It made him want to be sick.
Once they were far enough away to avoid any suspicion, Christian looked at Keith with thin lips and an unreadable expression in his chocolate eyes. He opened his mouth, as though he wanted to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, after numerous attempts to come up with something to say, Christian simply raised both eyebrows and let a look of shock and disbelief tinge every single one of his features.
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Post by Keith Lewis on Apr 3, 2007 1:15:49 GMT 7
Keith was leaning forward, his palms on his bent knees not able to control his puffing. He was so out of breath it wasn't funny. He never realised how long Central Park was. He made sure they were running until the music couldn't be heard at all so they could figure things out while the cops were all the way on the other side of the park.
"What are we gonna do" Keith glanced over at Christian every couple seconds looking very nervous as he continued to catch his breath. Trying to think of what they could say if they were ever asked, even though the cops never found him after a fight when he lived in Indiana, he always had to have a back up plan.
"We could say that we had seen the start of the show but left way before there was a crowd and um. just got in the car and went back to Huntley" He said breathing almost normally but good enough for him to stand up and think straight.
He scratched his ankle nervously, a habit he had whenever he thought he could get caught. "We better go" Keith said crossing his arms over his chest as he walked rather quickly towards his car which was parked down the road from the entrance to Central Park. Since they were so close it wouldn't be long, thats why he was walking fast. He didn't wanna be seen there.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Apr 4, 2007 22:21:22 GMT 7
Christian shook his head, letting out an exasperated and forced laugh of disbelief. In fact, it had a hint of terror mingled in along with it. The fact he had just gotten caught up in a riot and managed to punch some bloke in the face made him feel horrible. His breath was rapid, much moreso than usual, and his hand instinctively went to his head.
When Keith pounced the question, Christian was unsure how to respond. He spread out his hands, lacking in a solution. At the sound of the sirens, his stomach twisted in a painful knot, the guilt bleeding through every part of his body. His heart skipped a beat. The exhilaration of running from danger was not enticing. Not in the least.
"Leave." It was his answer after a moment of hesitation. Dark brown eyes met Keith's only for a second, a look of pure seriousness with a touch of fear around the edges. "Right now," he said, his voice deep and rough despite the lack of oxygen he seemed to be taking in.
"We aren't going to say anything," he said quickly as they began to walk towards Keith's car. Reaching out and grasping Keith's arm, he pulled the man to a slower walk. "If you act nervous and pick up your pace, you are going to be suspected." His tone was low in his throat, deeper than usual a sign of mild nerves fluttering in his chest. "Relax."
Looking over his shoulder, Christian managed to throw a simple look of curiousity over at the crowd that was now being broken up by cops. Nudging Keith on the shoulder, he nodded towards the chaos. "You have to appear interested in what's happening, but not enough to actually get closer." With a sigh and arched eyebrows, he turned his attention back to his friend. "A journalist would know, trust me."
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Post by Keith Lewis on Apr 5, 2007 6:49:38 GMT 7
Keith looked down at his arm as Christian grabbed it to slow him down. Then he started to talk about how to act while the cops were around. He laughed because Christian must've thought that Keith hadn't been in trouble with the cops before. He had, but he always left quick before anyone saw him. "Dude i've ran from the cops before." Keith laughed, releasing his arms from Christians grasp. "The key word there being ran" He added with another laugh.
"The longer we stay around here, the bigger the chance of someone identifying us as the ones who beat up those kids" Keith said facing Christian, lightly nudging him. "This is Central Park. Who knows how many people are here, especially with the added people from the crowd" Keith pointed to the crowd before gesturing around the area they were in, there were alot of people around them too. Some of which had to have seen the small fight that left two teens on the ground while two men walked away. "Someone not in the riot would have seen us beat up those two kids back there. Then they'll point the cops in our direction because we're idiots for sticking around"
Keith turned again and started to walk to his car. He was leaving, if Christian wanted to stay around the kids he beat up with the cops snooping around, then he could. But Keith was outta there. He had a black eye and some blood on his face and clothes, ok just his sleeves but still. If the cops saw him they'd know straight away he was in it. He wasn't willing to risk going to jail. He couldn't afford bail money right now. He had just moved into a new apartment and spent most of his money. To get locked up was the last thing he needed.
He looked over his shoulder at Christian, who was only about a meter behind him. "So you coming or gonna turn yourself in by standing there?" Keith asked, waiting for his answer. He wouldn't care much if Christian wanted to stay. That was probably his first fight and he probably felt guilty as. Just the way Keith had in his first fight. But after a while you get over that feeling. They get whats coming to them, its that simple. Its not like they went around beating up old ladies or anything. Only stupid teenagers that were probably high. So really Christian was feeling guilty for nothing. He was simply defending himself, and if he got arrested he could just say that. He ran, boys chased, boys got beat. There's his statement right there. Keith wouldn't need one though because he wasn't going to get caught. Period.
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Post by Christian Patrick Elliot on Apr 7, 2007 23:31:32 GMT 7
Christian shifted his weight uncomfortably. He didn't think running was going to make anything less suspicious, but he trusted Keith's words when he said it was nothing new. Christian clearly was no expert at running from authority. He came from the family that respected the police enough to invite them over for dinner and make small talk on the side of the road at a traffic light. That was Christian, all right. Good 'ole respectable Christian.
He listened to Keith's words, nodding in general agreement. The man did make a good point. And, the last thing either of them needed was to get caught for messing with people younger than them. It seemed as though running in the opposite direction was the only option, no matter how embarassing it might be. Christian could only imagine strolling into work and finding his own name in a headline.
"I'm coming." Christian extended his stride until he was caught up with Keith, walking side-by-side in the direction of the car. Guilt swam in his stomach the entire time, nevertheless, and he knew that eventually he'd have to confess to someone - even if it was Thea or one of the other journalists. A generally good person, Christian often found it hard to come to terms whenever he wronged another person. Luckily, it was a rare enough occurance to warrant any serious thought on the matter. ----- OOC: -quietly worships your signature-
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