Post by Janika M. 'Eldreich' on Oct 5, 2015 20:58:01 GMT -5
"Janika, Please do enjoy this. You begged and begged for it. Make the best of it and do stay out of trouble.."
"Of course, Father.. You act like I go looking for trouble."
"I'm not saying you look for it, but it has an uncanny ability of finding you.. Take care, sweet heart. I will see you in a week. Boarding the plane now. I love you, Janni."
"I'll see you soon, have a safe flight!"
Her gloved hand would pull the phone away from her ear as the phone call ended, opening the black long coat she wore and slipping it into one of the inner pocket. Those deep hues of hers danced about at passing buildings and pedestrians, the car she rode in bobbing slightly here and there as it traveled the uneven NYC streets.
Janika was a mix of emotions at this moment. Maybe she had been workinf herself up more than she should of. She was happy and excited, but her nerves were still getting the best of her. She was unsure of what kind of experience she would have at this new school.
It had been a while since she really socialized with people her age and her previous school had been quite rough on her. On top of that, her early years hadn't exactly made it easy to trust other human beings. Growing up in a war-zone without your family to help you grow, could do that to a person.
Out of habit, Janika's right index and middle finger slowly brushed the length of the scar hidden by her hair, on her forehead. Finally the black Mercedes would slow to a halt. The young serbian female would release a small sigh and brush those deep purple locks of hair from her face, before she reached out to her side to grab her single strap backpack.
The car door would open and the girl would take her first step out onto the grounds of #552. Those Violet-Blue eyes curiously danced about the parking-lot, the courtyard and the building looming out behind it. She had done little research on the place and what it was about. Instead she had hoped to find it out on her own.
A slight, chilly breeze would gently tug at her hair and clothes as she began to make her way toward the school. Those pretty eyes staring toward the ground as she moved at her own pace, arms curled near her midsection as she kept to herself, careful not to bump into the budding crowd of students slowly growing.
Unfortunately for Janika, she had not been careful enough. After having passed through the main entrance, her destination had been the office so that she could get her class schedule. But before she could make it all the way through, it seemed trouble indeed found her as her adoptive father had mentioned.
At first she had only heard the typical cat calls from a group of rowdy teenage boys. Doing her best to ignore them, Janika had tried to walk past, only to have one of the larger males step in front of her and put his hands up, a frown on his face as he spoke to her.
"Hey cutie! I was talkin' to you! Don't walk away from me!"
Again the sixteen year old Serbian girl would roll her eyes, but say anothing as she tried to side-step and move forward again. The male's arm would extend and grab at her right shoulder. Her eyes closed, but only for a second before snapping open as she reacted.
Her left arm snapped upward to grasp her assailant's wrist before her right knee lifted, thrusting deep into his groin. As the male shouted out in pain and bent forward, Janika's body bent forward as she balanced on her left leg, and kicked backwards and up, bending her right leg so that the sole of her boot would smash into his face as he came down. That same right leg would redirect itself toward the left, applying preasure to the kid's right side as she then used it to hip-toss him to the ground.
She immediantly entered combat mode, knowing full well the 'herd mentality' which likely thrived in this kind of place. And she was right, because his five friends immediantly started yelling and moved on the offensive. Janika was prepared though, her left hand grasping the strap of her backpack in preparation.
The tiniest of the five came at her straight on and the Serbian teen reacted by shifting her left side back, before swooping her back pack off her shoulder and launching it toward the kid's face, laying him flat on the ground.
Out of the corner of her right eye, she saw another of the larger assailants rushing her. The purple haired fighter bent her knees, dropping low before she kicked off and jumped into the air. Her left foot would step upon the male's shoulder as her right leg lifted straight up vertically, before swinging backwards so that her heel crashed against th e back of his skull. As he fell face first, she rolled forward, landing in a crouch as the third attacker hit the linolium floor.
However that was as far as she got, because she felt another grab a handful of her hair and yank her head backwards, dragging her for a second before another kicked her in the chest. Soon enough, the three remaining students overwhelmed Janika and began to pummel her. She did not scream out for help.
Help was something she rarely ever asked for. Instead, the only sounds that would be heard were pains grunts and groans escaping her soft lips. She struggled against the beating, but fighting multiple people wasn't something she was use to. Fight as she would, she wasn't getting out of their grasp.
"Of course, Father.. You act like I go looking for trouble."
"I'm not saying you look for it, but it has an uncanny ability of finding you.. Take care, sweet heart. I will see you in a week. Boarding the plane now. I love you, Janni."
"I'll see you soon, have a safe flight!"
Her gloved hand would pull the phone away from her ear as the phone call ended, opening the black long coat she wore and slipping it into one of the inner pocket. Those deep hues of hers danced about at passing buildings and pedestrians, the car she rode in bobbing slightly here and there as it traveled the uneven NYC streets.
Janika was a mix of emotions at this moment. Maybe she had been workinf herself up more than she should of. She was happy and excited, but her nerves were still getting the best of her. She was unsure of what kind of experience she would have at this new school.
It had been a while since she really socialized with people her age and her previous school had been quite rough on her. On top of that, her early years hadn't exactly made it easy to trust other human beings. Growing up in a war-zone without your family to help you grow, could do that to a person.
Out of habit, Janika's right index and middle finger slowly brushed the length of the scar hidden by her hair, on her forehead. Finally the black Mercedes would slow to a halt. The young serbian female would release a small sigh and brush those deep purple locks of hair from her face, before she reached out to her side to grab her single strap backpack.
The car door would open and the girl would take her first step out onto the grounds of #552. Those Violet-Blue eyes curiously danced about the parking-lot, the courtyard and the building looming out behind it. She had done little research on the place and what it was about. Instead she had hoped to find it out on her own.
A slight, chilly breeze would gently tug at her hair and clothes as she began to make her way toward the school. Those pretty eyes staring toward the ground as she moved at her own pace, arms curled near her midsection as she kept to herself, careful not to bump into the budding crowd of students slowly growing.
Unfortunately for Janika, she had not been careful enough. After having passed through the main entrance, her destination had been the office so that she could get her class schedule. But before she could make it all the way through, it seemed trouble indeed found her as her adoptive father had mentioned.
At first she had only heard the typical cat calls from a group of rowdy teenage boys. Doing her best to ignore them, Janika had tried to walk past, only to have one of the larger males step in front of her and put his hands up, a frown on his face as he spoke to her.
"Hey cutie! I was talkin' to you! Don't walk away from me!"
Again the sixteen year old Serbian girl would roll her eyes, but say anothing as she tried to side-step and move forward again. The male's arm would extend and grab at her right shoulder. Her eyes closed, but only for a second before snapping open as she reacted.
Her left arm snapped upward to grasp her assailant's wrist before her right knee lifted, thrusting deep into his groin. As the male shouted out in pain and bent forward, Janika's body bent forward as she balanced on her left leg, and kicked backwards and up, bending her right leg so that the sole of her boot would smash into his face as he came down. That same right leg would redirect itself toward the left, applying preasure to the kid's right side as she then used it to hip-toss him to the ground.
She immediantly entered combat mode, knowing full well the 'herd mentality' which likely thrived in this kind of place. And she was right, because his five friends immediantly started yelling and moved on the offensive. Janika was prepared though, her left hand grasping the strap of her backpack in preparation.
The tiniest of the five came at her straight on and the Serbian teen reacted by shifting her left side back, before swooping her back pack off her shoulder and launching it toward the kid's face, laying him flat on the ground.
Out of the corner of her right eye, she saw another of the larger assailants rushing her. The purple haired fighter bent her knees, dropping low before she kicked off and jumped into the air. Her left foot would step upon the male's shoulder as her right leg lifted straight up vertically, before swinging backwards so that her heel crashed against th e back of his skull. As he fell face first, she rolled forward, landing in a crouch as the third attacker hit the linolium floor.
However that was as far as she got, because she felt another grab a handful of her hair and yank her head backwards, dragging her for a second before another kicked her in the chest. Soon enough, the three remaining students overwhelmed Janika and began to pummel her. She did not scream out for help.
Help was something she rarely ever asked for. Instead, the only sounds that would be heard were pains grunts and groans escaping her soft lips. She struggled against the beating, but fighting multiple people wasn't something she was use to. Fight as she would, she wasn't getting out of their grasp.
