Not Even In The Door (Open)

Mark would listen to the bickering, he rather them hitting each other in the face, but it broke down to words and name calling. It was boring to say the least for Mark, but luck struck him, or well touched his shoulder. However it wasn't violent anymore, or didn't look it.

"No, both of you roll over and get to class. Sit, stay, listen. Good boys."

~What is it with these people and bringing out the dog metaphors?~

Mark had to wonder really it was like deja vu.... It was like deja vu...

He shook the thoughts from his head he was getting side tracked again.

Damien could feel the hatred coming off of Knuckles like a warm tingle from a fresh sunrise. Of course he had expected a frustrated reaction as Knuckles proceeded to 'put a jihad' on Damien he couldn't help but feeling he had won the battle.

"You say that like I'd be hiding." Damien shot back at him. Around them, the crowd had fallen into several groups: Those that were as equally mad at Damiens behavior as Knuckles was, those that laughed at the way he insulted Knuckles, and some who seemed to be paying more attention to the newest approached and his girlfriend.

When Mark Kent talked to Dame and his opponent like dogs, Damien swallowed a laugh under his breathe. Something about the man seemed a little off. He hadn't taken sides. The man seemed to prefer making fun of both of them than just one. Divide and conquer wasn't present here and Damien had given him an underhanded pitch. He was either socially awkward and unpracticed, or just supremely confident.

"Listen uh.. Hall monitor? Is it cool if I call you hall monitor? I've got..." Damien's hands danced back and forth around his tattered pockets. He snatched a folded parchment from his back pocket, and unfolded it. "Looks like, English AP first class. Can you show me where that is? I'd ask my friend Knuckles here but I doubt he'd no where it is."

Mark watched the kid search for his item after speaking to ask where a class was. He didn't really care what someone said with words, if they weren't worth a damn in a fight he was bored. Which he was now. However he noted the other one moving, Mark was hard pressed to move faster than him, pulling a water spray bottle from behind his back and he would proceed to squirt Knuckles in the face with it.

"No! Bad! Stop that!"

Perhaps the attack would have been a surprise. From the angle Damien stood at facing away form the boy he'd been fighting with, he did not see him beginning to move in for an attack. Had it not been for the two he was facing moving so quickly; he would not have been alerted. Damien jumped back precautionary. He hand intended to put a bit more distance in between him and Knuckles. This would have given him more time to react. He didn't have to. Before Knuckles would reach his new standing position he was being flung from behind.

The entire situation intrigued Damien. Had it happened in any other order of events he could of just as easily been fighting the new comers instead. A spark had little deep his stomach. The game he was going to have to play in this school was going to require more hands. A power-play would be to build alliances. Damien could not keep moving like this, and fighting each person head on. He had already begun to curl in from the after pain of Knuckles' attack to his ribs. A small amount of blood dripped down Damien's forehead.

"Let me know if you ever want to be more than a dog."

Damien addressed Knuckles directly, staring into his eyes. From the moment the fight began he had never had such a serious expression on his face. His eyebrows were lowered. Lips curled in slightly. Damien spoke to the boy with some fury and some respect in his voice. The pain he had caused him was obvious. Damien knew he'd have to think of something tricky should the fight have continued.

He turned to face the girl.

"Certainly, please."

Barring any interruption; Damien would walk into the main entrance silently, and leave the scene.

Mark watched as Saya took advantage. She always seemed to be there for that at least.

~Always wanting to take advantage, such a little minx.~

However it seemed one knew how to listen at least, and this other one... This other one was too angry not to continue his tirade. It was likely going to turn into a fight... Mark was not upset by this, rather enjoyed the prospect, but it seemed anti-climactic at this point.

"School Captain, Mark Kent."

He was asked his name after all, and throwing in the title just gave someone chills didn't it? Or was it just Mark? Anyone?

The corner of Austin's mouth would flinch, just barely noticeable. He had almost cracked a smile. It had taken him a little time, but now here he was face to face with one of the pillars, the School Captain no less. A fight was inevitable now, there was no way it could be avoided. Austin would not simply walk away, at least not without embedding himself into Mark's mind.

He heard this kid was strong and skilled, but that would not strike fear into Knuckle's heart. There was little he feared these days. But he knew that this could easily go the wrong way on him. If that was the case, the young outlaw would be sure to spring back quickly with a vengeance. 

Austin had gotten his name, now there was no longer any more reason to wait. Knuckles would.make the first move, clearing the distance in which Saya had thrown him back, putting him in range to send a jab toward the School Captain's chin. A punch to gauge what he was dealing with, to help gain a little more insight into Mark and his style.

Are you shitting me!? This guy thinks this is a game..!?"

Austin tagged Mark with the jab, only to be sprayed by that water bottle again. In all honestly, if steam could come out of a human's ears, it would be gushing. There was little reaction to the jab, but Austin himself took hits in a similar fashion. If Mark thought it would scare Knuckles off, he was wrong.

The jab would retract after it had made contact, but only a slight pull as it curled and Austin twisted his hips and thrust his left side forward again with his elbow extended. If it connected, his body would twist the opposite way as he aimed to bring his right elbow around, only from more of an overhead angle.