Panem et Circenses

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Panem et Circenses

Post by Laurel WinteShrine » 2012-04-29 10:21

{OOC: …Who ordered a brawl?
Just as the title says, this was my attempt about the need to get a bit of the aggro out, and as someone had suggested a good fight was in order, I wanted to deliver. ^_^ However, talk shortly swung around to BoDs and whatnot so I decided to plunk this right here in the Academy. Yep. Knock yourselves out (literally), and have fun! >.>}
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It was not often that she came here to visit a friend aboard the Nemesis, another Naval officer that she had graduated with from the academy. Still, Laurel was grateful for the chance to get away from the Presentable from time to time, especially in the middle of the work week.

The lounge itself was awash in the noise and clamors of personnel all hoping to relieve themselves of the stresses of their respective duties, the clink of pilsner glasses and snifters as high and frequent as the laughter that rang and rebounded about the room. She had been carefully nursing her drink as she awaited her friend, hoping to indulge in one more cocktail with some idle chat before returning to her quarters for the evening.

The sudden sensation of something wet and absolutely freezing soaking through the back of her blouse stole her from her thoughts, her back straightening from the discomfort. The bartender had stopped preparing the cocktail settled onto the bar top, fixated on something behind her as other patrons began to turn with rapt attention. She had placed her drink back onto the bar to pluck several napkins from an adjacent dispenser, her nose wrinkling in irritation when she realized that she could not reach the center of her back and the good majority of the liquid. The person had not even apologized after the incident, adding to her frustration; if it had been an accident, then she easily could have forgiven them and excused herself to clean up, but it seemed that her antagonist was as clumsy as they were rude, and she bristled with anger. Indignant, she whirled around in order to find the cause of the spill.
“Excuse yo-”

…Just in time for an elbow rearing back for a punch to hit her squarely in the face.

Dazed, Laurel reached a hand up to gingerly feel at her nose for any discernible injury, relieved that when she had pulled it away for observation that it had not come away with any blood. She had noticed that she been leaning back onto the bar from the blow, the commotion in front of her began to escalate, the man sitting beside her getting up to join the fray amongst many others within the room. It had seemingly erupted out of nowhere, the laughter and sounds of glass terminating into a singular spurious, heated argument with many participants. She could not hear much over the chaos, but scant details such as ‘Sarapin’, ’dead’ and ‘brother’ were clearly audible in the fierce din.

It was no doubt the man standing with his back closest to her bad been the culprit of both the spill and the blow, his face red with both drink and fury as he continued screaming at gods-knew-whom in the writhing mass of bodies before him. He took an awkward step hampered by alcohol backwards and threatened to knock into her again; before she could talk herself out of it, her arms had been forced outward to push against the advancing bulk of his body, his legs trodding unsteadily forward clumsily before he fell face-first onto the floor, his arms neglecting to come up in time to break the fall.

He whirled around to face the young woman from the floor, Laurel still so stunned by her reaction that she hadn’t had the mind to lower her arms until he was glaring at her. The brunette blushed, realizing that this had gone awry far too quickly for her liking and now she had unwittingly become a part of it. It seemed that he had also bitten his lip in the fall, a spilt blooming into a sanguine tear onto the flesh.
“You’re gonna regret that, broad.”

Laurel was consumed with rage, an emotion not unfamiliar to her but one that she had so rarely entertained. Broad? She was so unaccustomed to being addressed in a manner not even half as rude as this, and again it was as if her hand moved of its own accord to take her neglected drink from the bar top to splash the tepid liquid into his face. He had already been scandalized that a woman half his size had the audacity to even consider shoving him, much less suffer him to further insult.

She eyed his blouse for any indication of his rank, realizing that he had already lost it at some point. Laurel looked about herself for a means to escape before he had a mind to try to hit her, but noted that the lounge was now thick with people fighting, leaving her no path to leave unscathed. Sighing in resignation, she plucked her cover up from off of the ground and tucked it securely beneath her belt at the small of her back to keep it from further damage. The man had already arisen once again, his eyes a dark promise of violence as he came toward her, her trembling hands forming into fists as she stood upright and dared him to hit her. Gentility would have to be damned, for once.
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Post by Eri Ambicon » 2012-04-29 23:19

"I'd have expected this on the Intimidator," Eri muttered aloud as she stayed away from the fight, standing off to the sidelines as she sipped her cassandra sunrise. She could hardly remember the last time a fight had broken out, STARS usually had a bunch of soldiers posted in the lounge round the clock after one such incident and they usually served as a constant reminder to the others that fighting would not be tolerated. Where they were now, Eri had no idea but it seemed there had to be a lot of pent up energy for everyone to lose control and snap so suddenly. The smarter ones remained off to the side, distancing themselves from the brouhaha as much as they could.

It probably made them bigger targets for thrown glasses or other objects as someone had managed to lift a chair up and hurl it a considerable distance, pegging an officer who had been standing five feet away from Eri, leveling him to the ground. "Oh Sith," Eri cursed as she twisted to dodge an errant bottle that came from out of no where. It smashed on the wall behind her, and Eri had made the mistake of watching it hit as she felt something solid connect with her head, sending her sprawling back, stumbling and landing on her side, her glass of half finished sunrise falling from her hand and spilling on the floor. Rubbing the spot on her head, she knew this was going to hurt come the morning as she slowly reached for her sidearm at her belt. So much for not getting involved, she realized sourly, as she righted herself to look and see if anyone was approaching. Sure enough, someone was, an army soldier by the looks of his bulk and scarred face. Blinking, she realized only now that the hit to the head had dazed her a little though she thought she had plenty of time to draw the gun and shoot the approaching man, her muscles refused to respond for some reason. Tch...

A hand reached down and grabbed her by the collar of her uniform, pulling her back up. "I've been waiting for this for a long time," he muttered with a sneer on his face.

"Oh?" was all Eri could get out as she finally found motor control again, her hand slowly drawing the blaster out at last. She saw him raise a fist up and then she saw stars an instant later. The stars faded, giving way to an unflattering view of the ceiling. On the floor again, and now her head hurt even more. Staggering about, she tried to get back up, or at least see where her assailant had gone. Gun... Use the gun... she thought desperately as her eyes finally caught sight of the man, making his slow, confidant approach, largely ignored by the rest of the chaos that had finally encompassed the entire lounge now. Fumbling for the sidearm, she managed to draw it and as she brought it up to aim at the man, a swift kick sent it flying out of her weak grip, clattering against the floor for some other idiot to use though why more people hadn't gone for their own guns was a thought beyond her.

Lifted up again, his sneering face seemed insulted that she would stoop so low. "Gonna fight dirty huh?"

Sadly, it was the only real way Eri knew how to fight. Sure, she could punch and kick, but martial arts and close quarters combat to her consisted of using guns either at point-blank or as improvised clubs. "Can't blame me for trying..." she managed weakly, left with only one choice as she lifted her knee up right between the man's legs. He recoiled from the sudden blow a little, but adrenaline must have been flowing pretty well through him as he started to recover surprisingly fast. Capitalizing on her advantage, she threw a quick punch aimed at his head. Bad idea because she felt something in her hand crunch with the blow and it seemed to do little more than stir him back to his senses faster. If I ever needed to be reminded why I'm a sniper... she thought as she glanced at a nearby table for something she could use as an improvised weapon. Should have brought a second, third or even fourth pistol with me, but nooo... it's only the the lounge I said. Reaching for the only thing on the table, a tall glass, she threw it at the man, feeling surprisingly satisfied as it shattered against the side of his head, cutting him enough to start the trickle of blood down the side of his face.

Still, it only served to enrage the man even more. It seemed like the army was pumping out bricks lately, and for the briefest of moments, it made her wonder just how well that man could aim a gun or if he was the brutish type who thought a gun was just an over-glorified club. She needed a chair now... Or my gun... Or something that will do more than annoy this bastard!
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Post by juni » 2012-04-30 03:21

Juni was coughing, as she struggled back to her feet. She had been hit by a chair, and could still feel a bit of pain as she slowly rose, using the chair as a support. All around her, chaos seemed to reign.

Looking up, she scanned the room for the person who she figured probably had thrown the chair at her. She soon noticed a massive gal in what appeared to be a basic navy duty uniform hurling chairs around the room, at people and seemingly choosing her targets at random. Like hell that woman would get away with hitting her with a chair! She did her best to weave through the crowd, ducking or dodging the occasional punch, glass bottle, chair, or lounge patron that was thrown her way. Sure, sometimes she got hit, like this one time by this sweet redhead ENS, but she was mostly able to avoid the incoming projectiles. Waiting till the right moment, Juni jumped on the back of the chair flinging woman, and started trying to subdue the gal with unnecessary force.

After a heroic struggle, she was eventually tossed aside, and the woman resumed her chair throwing. Though her attention soon turned towards the entrance, where some STARS guards were running into the lounge, knocking down those fortunate enough to escape the room in the process, and swinging their stun batons into the random people running, which quickly stymied the stream of people trying to flee the lounge. Soon, there was a stampede of various service members trying to fleet to the relative safety of the bar.

"Access is not authorized." a BAR droid's metallic voice rang out to no avail. Soon, the words were backed up with a flamethrower, halting the stampede for the bar, though shifting it elsewhere.

"Everyone calm down." a male dreamy captain yelled out, calming most of the crowd. Sure, there were still some fighting. No sooner than the crowd seemed to calm down than he was hit by a tear gas canister fired courtesy of STARS. This soon brought the predictable repercussions of blaster bolts being fired by angry patrons, both at the STARS troopers, and at the various cameras in the room. And this was only like 3 minutes into it. Things were going lovingly.
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