Bloody Show

[Evan Webb]

It had just been one of those days where Evan felt brave. Or stupid. Either way, he was paying for it but good as he curled up into a ball, receiving the kicks and punches of the bullies he had tried to stop from bullying another kid.

He should have stayed out of it but the kid was a lot smaller than him and was clearly with no advantage. Evan didn't even fault him for running away without calling for help.

But there he was, getting himself beaten up for trying to do good. He didn't expect anyone to come and help but as he heard something crack, he really wished someone would.

Soon enough though, the bullies grew tired of kicking and beating him and walked away, leaving him to lie on his side, trying not to puke. He found that he could still move though everything just hurt.

"Aah, just brilliant." He sighed, getting up into a sitting position, looking down at his bloody shirt.

Tagging: Demi Smith

[Demi Smith]

They didn't actually let Demi out much, considering the rampant fights and all. But when you were able to mess with Earth as easily as Demi could, you could, theoretically, tunnel under certain sections and get out if you were particularly desperate. Demi had done precisely that, though she didn't think she'd get away with it. Plus, they'd probably already sent people after her.

Still, for now, she could wander the town, looking incredibly, completely out of place. All of Demi's clothing was handmade and layered with a dust and dirt, making her look almost like some kind of peasant from a bad medieval movie or some post-apocalyptic film. She didn't really care what they thought though, and grunted at most people who approached her.

The sounds of a fight, or at least physical conflict, caught Demi's attention and she hurried toward it, watching as some guy got the crap knocked out of him. She held still, wondering if she should be helping someone here. The guy was outnumbered, which usually made Demi want to help him, but he wasn't fighting back. If he did, she'd move, but, well, he didn't, and they got bored eventually, leaving Demi to come up to him.

"You should try fighting back," she said, looking down at him. She leaned slightly, her expression stoic. "You look like a big wuss, and you're just covered in your blood. Plus, if you'd fought them, I would've helped, and we totally would've won," she grinned at that, more than pleased with showing her not small amount of confidence.

[Evan Webb]

Flinching away when he heard a voice, thinking it was the bullies coming back for a second round, Evan turned to find a girl much younger than him looking a lot older than she should be with a cocky grin and a lot of words.

He wiped his nose with the back of his hand making a face at the blood he drew. "I'm of the opinion that violence never solves anything." He said before hacking up splatters of blood that had probably been a result of a split lip.

"You should be too." He said, jerking his head in her direction. "Hey, did you happen to see my glasses? Not that it matters now anyway. I should seriously invest in some contact lenses." He mumbled to himself before dragging his sore legs to push himself up in a stand.

He staggered a little but eventually managed to stand upright, though a little woozy at the sudden movement. "Um...you from BA?" Evan asked as he pulled the front of his shirt up to soak up whatever blood that was on his face.

[Demi Smith]

"That's a stupid opinion," replied Demi, looking at the blood he coughed up. "Just look at you: you're all beat up. A little violence would've fixed that."

She didn't even bother to look around for his glasses. Gah, glasses: this guy was sounding wimpier by the minute. Demi should just walk around him. In fact, she'd even started to do that, figuring she'd just brush past him or something. As she drew close though, Demi heard him ask that question, and it jerked her attention to him. her eyes narrowed for a bit, then she rolled her eyes at the shirt.

"Oh, seriously, I can't even talk to you when you're like that," she said. Demi let out a little "tch" of annoyance, rolling her arm. Dirt and dust slid from her clothes and skin, forming a strange little ball. Demi moved her fingers a bit, her eyes focused on it, her tongue sliding out as she focused it. Soon it appeared to get spongy and as soon as she was certain it had, she literally slapped it against Evan's face. She began rolling it about, telling him to "hold still" while she did.

[Evan Webb]

Looking at the young girl, Evan frowned and sighed, knowing what she said was right on some level. Sordid but right. Not that he was going to admit to it. "Or it would have made them beat me up even worst."

His eyes followed her, notig that she didn't respond to his question about his glasses.

Opening his mouth to let her know that she didn't have to, he was distracted by what she was doing. Frowning, he watched as she used her abilities. Okay, so she was answering his question but what in the - splat.

"What in the heck?" He slapped it off his face, asking her what she was doing.

[Demi Smith]

"Not if you actually hurt them," replied Demi easily enough. It really was that simple in her world. if you hurt someone enough, they weren't interested in hurting you. So just keep hurting them until they stopped. Plus, people were a lot less likely to attempt to hurt you if they knew you would fight back; there was always easier targets around somewhere.

"Hey! Don't wipe it off!" said Demi. She reached up to punch Evan's shoulder before gathering more of the dirt around. Her focus tightened, her eyes narrowing, her tongue even sliding out slightly from her mouth. Soon she was literally dragging the mud and dirt around. What was perhaps more surprising, however, was that she appeared to essentially be using the dirt and gravel and whatnot to scrub Evan's flesh clean. It obviously didn't work as well as water, but the blood was getting off. She finally paused as she got to his lip though, before reaching out to tap it with one finger. The mud around it solidified.

"There, you big baby," she said, stepping back. She threw her arms out and down, and the mud slid off Evan, taking most of the blood with it. "Jeez, you should be better than this. You're obviously from the stupid Academy, because otherwise you wouldn't be all weak and spongy."

[Evan Webb]

Briefly wondering what the girl's damage was, Evan shook his head and shrugged. He didn't want to resort to violence if he had a choice. "If you say so." He said, wiping his nose again.

Evan winced lightly when she punched, wondering how she was even doing that. Her ability looked more like telekinesis, not armoured physique. What a punch, though.

The mud and dirt on his face was actually cooling and though it stung when they hit the places blood had came pouring out of, it felt good. He jumped in surprise when she tapped his lips. He felt a sort of tightening around his lips and then it was all gone.

About to refute being 'weak and spongy', Evan tried to get up, again wincing at the shooting pain from everywhere the bullies had kicked him. He tried to argue but in the end, he had nothing to argue with. He seriously needed to rethink his lifestyle if everything he did was causing people to think he was a cowardly little wimp. All the girls in his life seemed to think he was soft. Parker thought so too, he was sure. And yeah, maybe they were teasing but still, hearing too much of it probably should be a sign for him, shouldn't it?

"And you're not?" He asked finally. "From the stupid Academy I mean."

[Demi Smith]

Really, poor Evan should be a little easier on himself. Demi once called Slade Konrad a bit weak and spongy, so, yeah, there was that. Now though, she folded her arms and snorted, the whole "not very impressed" thing obviously continuing.

"No, I'm one of the People," she replied, the capitol "P" somehow noticeable. "The Academy is just... holding me for a few years until I go back, that's all," she gave Evan another look over, her judgmental gaze taking in every bit of him. "Yeah, you're definitely a wimp. That's why they beat you up. You've probably got a wuss power like, feeling other people's feelings or something."

With that, Demi snorted and walked past Evan, purposefully brushing past him as she did. She got about three steps before running into someone else. She growled at them, her hand tightening, looking like she was about to start a brawl.

In the street.
Using her powers.

[Evan Webb]

Raising both eyebrows before furrowing it in the middle, Evan wondered what exactly she meant by one of the people. Of course she was one of the people. So was he. But he didn't go around tell people that he was one of the people.

"Go back to...where?" He asked before reeling back from the insult. Well, technically she wasn't wrong. He did feel other people's feelings, just not the ones she was actually referring to.

When she left, he sighed and wiped at his face. He was looking around for his glasses when he heard some raised voices. He turned and squinted to where he heard it and saw the girl in front of a few guys, ready to do some damage.

"Whoa. Whoa wait girl no." Evan was almost forced into the girl's body. He panicked a bit, since he needed to be in his own body for him to stop her. Why was he in her?

He tried to get back into his body but he felt stuck. "Come on!" He thought to himself as he tried to turn around and go back to his body. But he wasn't turning around. And it felt as though his host was.

[Totally your call to make her actually turn ^^]

[Demi Smith]

Demi ignored the question, since, well, she'd already more or less stormed off angrily. No reason to even think about Evan now that he was behind her and all, at least, not until he actually yelled at her again. That actually had her turning around, frowning at him.

He was... staring at her? He looked a little weird, and Demi took a few steps closer to him. "What's your problem?" she demanded, reaching out and poking him with her finger. "I can handle myself just fine. Unlike you, I'm not a big wuss with wussy powers. I'm an Inherited, and I can totally kick butt,' she nodded, then straightened back up, folding her arms across her skinny chest. She'd probably look a lot more impressive if she didn't look so dang tiny. Stupid genetics.

"What are you doing anyway?" she mumbled, waving a hand in front of his face. This was weird, like... ah, he must be using his power or something... to do... what, exactly?

[Evan Webb]

He could literally feel her moving to poke at him yet he still couldn't get back to his own body. He really did look weird, just staring at her. His eyes looked glassy even. Was that really how he looked like when his powers were activated? Damn...he needed to work on that.

But in his confusion, somehow, he went back into his body, staring down at the girl. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Briefly, he wondered about what had just happened. Did he actually manage to control the girl's movement while he was in her? Or did she actually just turn on her own volition? Was it even possible for him to move people like that?

Shaking his head, he looked at the girl and shrugged. "Did you feel...different?"

[Demi Smith]

Aaaand now he looked confused. Wonderful, he not only had a wussy power, but he didn't even know how to properly use his wussy power to its full wussy potential. Demi groaned and rolled her eyes, wondering why she was even beothering with all this. Then the wuss asked her a question.

"What?" she said, looking at him and blinking a few times. "Did you use your power on me or something?" Demi frowned then. She lifted her arms, then looked all over her body, even spinning a few times to try and get a good look at her back end. "Did you do something weird to me or something?" She couldn't quite recall if she'd felt anything weird. He'd certainly looked weird, but that really didn't have anything to do with her...

so why had he asked his stupid question? Demi glared at him, her fists tightening definitely not happy about being confused. When Demi got confused, she started punching things till she got unconfused.

[Evan Webb]

Evan stared at the girl for a while, wondering what even happened. When he saw her fists tightening, he blinked and shook his head.

"I don't...know." He rubbed his face and sighed. "Never mind. Could you not use your powers in public? Seriously, do you want a repeat of..." he stopped himself before shaking his head again. Nobody needed a reminder of what had happened.

He started walking away, sure that the girl was done with him and vice versa. "I'm going back to school. You uh...following?"

[Demi Smith]

"Pah, who cares if we use our powers in public? The humans? Like we need to worry about them. We can totally kick their butts," Demi let out another derisive snort as she looked over her shoulder and down the street. As far as she was concerned, she would always win in a fight with a human. They were naturally inferior to her in every way that mattered... except for maybe height, and she'd totally catch up there soon enough.

The wuss had started walking away, which Demi wouldn't have minded, since he was a big giant wuss and all, but he hadn't explained his question. The last thing she needed was to wake up a few hours from now with her brain all exploded or something.

"Hey! Hey!" she called, talking far louder than was strictly necessary. "No, I don't want to go back to the stupid school. You don't wanna know what I had to do to get out of there in the first place. what i want is for you to tell me why you asked me your stupid question. Did you use your power on me or not?" Demi would start punching if she didn't get answers soon enough. Or maybe kicking. She was feeling a bit more in a kicking mood.

[Evan Webb]

Evan stared at the girl, still wondering if she was for real. Did she really think violence solved everything? Why though? She looked way too young to have gone through anything so damaging. It was scaring Evan a little.

"Look, even if you don't need to worry about them, the very least worry about the people who might attack our kind because of your carelessness." Evan sighed, shaking his head, kind of already knowing how pointless his words were anymore.

Being called back and asking what was what made Evan shrug. He couldn't see her, not really, without his glasses but judging by her tone of voice, she was clearly pissed.

"Well...I don't know, okay? I may have control over them but I'm discovering new things about it that I'm still not sure of." He answered, scratching the back of his head.