Blitzkrieg Bop -Clive or anyone if need be-

Left foot…right foot. Tobias stumbled through the Entrance Hall, feeling drunk although he hadn’t had a drink since the weekend. This is what the full moon did to him, made him drunk. His legs and blood felt stiff like crystallizing jelly, as if he were on a mix of narcotics and opiates. He lit a cigarette, choosing to lean against a wall until he found he ground. He hated the full moon, and he hated how it reminded him of his shaky past and how it was getting worse, which caused him to revert to his old habits of the drink. Smoke streamed steadily out of him and his stomach growled. He had behaved, as far as the eating went, managing to throw down at least two meals a day. Still watching calories like a fanatic, but at least he was eating more. And the protein shakes had helped him thicken out. Not much of a difference could be seen, but Tobias could feel his body getting more fleshed out, less skeletal. “I need a drink,” he mumbled as he inhaled deeply. His body trembled. His feral side was getting loose.

As he entered the foot, Kenric couldn’t help but feel a little unsure of the decision he’d just made. Coming to a school full of people expecting nothing but to get a simple education just like everyone else seemed to scream disaster in his mind. But oh well, what happens happens, nothing much you can do about something after it’s been done. Either way, this place was more like a pit stop in the journey called life. Like most other places, a comfortable lifestyle here wouldn’t last long. But maybe…

No, maybe’s were a sign that you were expecting things to get better, for things to be good for once in your lfie. Maybe’s were a sign of hope, and hope was for the weak that couldn’t accept the truth. Confused, Kenric ambled down the entrance hall, perfectly content with being alone. That is, until he realized he wasn’t, for a small plume of smoke had jumped in front of his vision, and the smell of cigarette smoke attacked his senses. Wonderful, Kenric thought, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

Tobias sighed again and straightened up. Maybe he didn’t need food. Perhaps it was the fresh air he needed. Convincing himself that he was more nauseous than hungry Tobias headed toward the door, eyes –now tainted with a vicious feral gold, not the cool blue everyone had grown used to- cast to the floor. He nearly ran into Kenric, and stepped backwards, throwing his palms up in surrender. “Sorry mate,” he mumbled, feeling woozy from his sudden movement and leaning against the wall once more.

Kenric couldn’t help but emit an angry growl when the…incredibly tall, thin fellow bumped into him. Force of habit, I suppose. “You should be,” he added angrily, casting his gaze aside, a little too intimidated to actually look Tobias in the eye. People these days! No manners at all, what? Did everyone just think they could walk around, ramming into people as they made their way to whatever place they were trying to get to?! Of course, Kenric was no better, throwing little fits at those who only did those type’s of things on accidents.

Tobias sobered out of his moon-drunk state and straightened to his full height. “What’s you’re problem, boy-o? Tryin’ to pick a fight with me,” he laughed a little, as he withdrew his ash tin. He flicked his cigarette once, and the burnt leaves fell into the Altoid can like black snow. He rounded off his shoulders, feeling his blood burn, and itching for a reason to pick a fight with any bloke. Tobias didn’t care who. “You want the little lad’s room? Need to call your mum? Is that why you’re in a mood? Homesick are you. I didn’t mean no harm, honest I didn’t…but know this, whatever you start I finish.” He licked the tip of his canines, heart racing. If he chose to fight, things would end badly. Tobias had incredible strength when he shifted, and perhaps it was one of the reasons he kept himself so thin. The heavier the bunch, the more likely someone was going to die.

Kenric half scoffed, half laughed at Tobias, he just couldn’t help himself. “I’m not a student,” he spat, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up at Tobias, unable to repress the feeling of annoyance he experienced by having to look up at someone. “And I’m not trying to start anything,” he said honestly, his voice monotone, “but if certain idiots can’t watch where they’re going and keep running their stupid little mouths, something along those lines may have to happen,” he finished acidly, glaring up at Tobias. Kenric himself lightly touched the tip of his fangs with his tongue, feeling a slow trickle of adrenaline beginning to course through his veins.

“Ah, glad to know that you have your ears about you,” Tobias said flicking one of Kenric’s ears. “I never called you a student did I? And it’s clear that whatever mutation you have, it doesn’t have anything to do with the mind.” He ruffled Kenric’s hair, as if he were a dog who hadn’t quite figured out the mechanics of potty training and continued down the hall. The nerve of some people. Tobias was ready for a fight. A good old-fashioned Irish throw down at that. No rules need apply, use what you can get your hands on sort of thing. It usually got people riled when he walked away from them, Kenric didn’t seem much different, but if he didn’t take the bait, Tobias would just half to find someone else to fight with…or perhaps a woman who enjoyed it rough.

Kenric was having a bit of trouble controlling his breathing. He took in deep breaths, fixing his hair and glaring at Tobias’ back. Who the Hell did this guy think he was?! Seeing red, Kenric slowly walked up behind Tobias, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Asshole,” he muttered, pulling his fist back and preparing to punch Tobias as hard as he could in the face.

Tobias dodged, but not quick enough. The blow glanced off his jaw and he bit down on his tongue, hard. “The hell?” he said spitting blood into Kenric’s face. “So uncalled for.” Tobias had a history of street fighting. He wasn’t the best, or the heavyweight, but he was pretty good. He swung quick fists towards Kenric’s diaphragm, waiting for the fight to really break out. He wanted the kind of fight that made him grope the air for sharp objects and blunt substances. The type where having the skill in your kicks and your punches just wasn’t enough. He smiled a little. He hadn’t had a fight like that in seven years.

Blood and saliva splattered against Kenric’s cheek, and he quickly wiped it off of him, disgust and anger showing on his face. Could this man give Kenric any more reason’s to kill him right here and now?! No, he couldn’t do that, obviously; he needed to start off on the right foot this time. But still, if this guy fought back, roughing him up a bit couldn’t be blamed solely on him. Consequently, while thinking thoughts of winning and walking away unscathed, his opponent threw a few punches at his diaphragm, which resulted in Kenric having the wind knocked out of him. Grunting, Kenric lunged forward, aiming his fist at the man’s face, adrenaline quickly starting to course through his veins.