Late night pacing(OPEN)

[Zachary LaRousse]

Truly, Xander’s spunk never fails to amuse Zac. Should they have met under different circumstances (a common enemy perhaps), something tells him that he would’ve been buddies with the guy. Maybe not the same level as he is with Anthony or even DeeDee, but still above acquaintances nonetheless. Unfortunately for both of them, fate decided they should meet under quite the hostile situation, thus them being eternal enemies not being far off from the fallout of such a meeting.

“I’m hurt Xander,” he said in mock disappointment, “Even an egotistic jerk like me knows how to say those precious words. I’m sorry Xander. I’m sorry that you, my good man, has much misplaced pride that you don’t know when to apologize and when not to. I’m sorry that you were stupid enough to assume that thrashing the living quarters and cleaning up afterwards is acceptable just because we, your beloved roommates who have been in this room far longer than you’ve been, have been saying nothing before. I’m sorry you’ve been spending your time with only these dead people that not only do you not know basic manners, you seem to have forgotten a sense of right and wrong too.” He smirked at himself, proud of that rather long monologue he just gave. He just hopes Xander himself will realize that he’s at the wrong here, thrashing the dorm and his room without much of a reason, and that Zac’s done nothing out of line as of yet (except maybe barging into his room). “See, told you I can say sorry.”

Unlike Xander, Zac never thought of Horus as a punishment. Or at least has ceased to think of their snoring roommate as such. When he first came in, true, it was an ordeal. The Idiot Brigade gave him too much that what he’d bargained for. He still hates the troupe until now, but then, in retrospect, Horus alone wasn’t too much actually. He was just there, sitting around or sleeping, not bothering Zac. Which was good, considering he did not want to associate with him either. He’d prefer an almost inexistent Horus than a pompous twit like Xander.

He simply scoffed at the ‘terms’ Xander laid down. He would’ve agreed with them had they not be extremely oppressive, especially against him. The worst Xander had to do was clean up. He needs to lay-off and clean up. And they say he’s the opportunistic leech. “Xander, I’m no gullible boy who’ll simply agree, not when what you’re telling me is a sh*tty deal,” he grinned sheepishly, sitting down calmly on the other boy’s bed. “So unless you have a better offer, why don’t you hear mine first?”

[Xander Green]

Xander merely rolled his eyes at yet another one of Zac's little tirades. Xander had long ago learned it was simply easier not to pay attention to him. Namely because he was simply just so damned annoying most of the time. So Xander would sit there and half listen. It was pretty much the usual. Zac was superior, Xander had a bad upbringing, which may be true, and everyone loved Zac and no one liked Xander. Xander truly didn't care how many friends he had. He had a few and those he did befriend were actually true friend he'd earned because of respect. Xander had no respect at all for Zac. He hadn't proved himself to him at all. All he watched him do was flirt, act a little.....queer shall we say and work out. Not to mention order everyone around.

"Alright, alright. Admittedly my terms were a little biased. But I'm an open man, so I'll listen. Perhaps we can reach a compromise before I smack you around."

He said leaning back a bit and crossing his arms. No doubt this would be good, really good. He knew Zac was self-centered but even Xander had to admit he was no dummy. Zac was intelligent, no doubt all those special private tutors mommy and daddy had for him. Either way he knew he;d end up beating the hell out of Zac. Sure everyone knew Zac worked out all the time and had a very physical power. But not many knew about Xander's fighting skills. However many would end up finding out. Especially when Zac was walking around sporting a black eye and broken nose.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Surprisingly, despite his generally jerky and egotistic attitude, Zac has managed to accumulate a few people he could definitely call his friends. And these are not just people he called ‘friend’ so that he could easily manipulate them, but truly equals he would actually lay his life for. Anthony Martin is one example. Then again, it took a whole lot of patience, mostly on the other boy’s part, before he and Zac reached the state they were in, a state Zac could never really see himself with Xander. While there was a slight chance of that happening a few hours before, this encounter totally put Xander on his ‘crush ‘till there’s none list’. In his mind, Zac’s telling himself that he’d rather die than be friends with ‘the freak’.

He simply smirked when Xander easily approved to hearing Zac’s terms. So dumb, he thought, referring to the difficulty he encountered upon forcing the boy to hear his side. “Don’t worry hun, my terms are actually built on yours, with slight modifications, of course,” he smirked, leaning back to the bed’s headboard and crossing his legs as he went. “First off, should I win, you leave. As simple as that. Pack your bags and beg the housing department to place you elsewhere. Anywhere far from me, I don’t care where,” he scoffed, not even bothering to look at the guy straight in the eye, “It’s not like I could benefit in seeing you clean after your beloved ‘Paul’ anyway.”

He paused for a bit, then continued, “As for the other end of the bargain, I myself will make my vanishing act in your life. I won’t bug you, I won’t talk to you, heck I won’t even show myself to you.” He rolled his eyes, giving Xander sinister grin. “Should that be in the form of me simply ignoring you exist or actually transferring out of this room here, would be entirely up to you.” He offered his hand to Xander, eager to close the deal, “After all, we just want to get the other out of our sight right? I really think the whole ‘be enslaved by your ghostie buddies’ thing is vastly overdramatic. Deal?”

Should this whole thing happened way before, what Xander said about him being all bulk and no bite might’ve been true. Then again, stuffed happened. His meeting with the Head of Security, for one. Not to mention the mixed martial arts training he’s been getting with Eric lately. He may be the best fighter in the block, but Xander is sure to have quite the fight in his hands should he decide to continue."So what do you say we get this on, right here, right now?" taunted the self-proclaimed Hammel royalty.

[Xander Green]

'Hun?'

Xander thought to himself with a raised eyebrow. But Xander was still a fair guy and would actually listen to Zac's suggestions. It's feasible that his would be better and perhaps a little more fair than Xander's actually were. Xander hadn't actually taken the time to think about it. He merely just spoke and waited to see how it went.

"So essentially loser leaves. Wow, even if I lose it's like winning because I won't have to be around you anymore."

He said with a smirk. Although Xander wasn't dumb. He knew for one there was a chance Zac wouldn't abide by his own rules and their terms should he win. Which of course only meant Xander simply HAD to win. To have Zac out of his life would be incredible. Plus he'd make sure everyone knew that it was he who'd hurt Zac like that. He stuck his right hand out and shook, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.

"Works for me. Or you can be smart and go ahead and pack up right now and save yourself the embarrassment."

[Zachary LaRousse]

A soft chuckle escaped the Prince’s lips when Xander quickly agreed to the terms he’s laid out. It wasn’t as much a surprise as when Xander first agreed to hear him out the first time, but it was still amusing enough to make the boy smirk. And he thought Xander was a tough nut to crack. “Simple and easy right?” said Zac as he took his hand back and gave the other boy a light pat on the back, “And you thought I was just a selfish jerk who only cared about myself, didn’t you? I’m actually just thinking about you. I don’t think you can really handle anymore cleaning, considering the bad job you do every morning.” True, Xander’s cleaning wasn’t that perfect, but it wasn’t bad enough for Zac to tell the boy that too. Then again, their egos are still in one hell of a standoff, and any praise Zac might say can be interpreted by the other side as a sign of surrender by the other (and vice versa). And he can’t have that, of course.

True, Zac does cheat from time to time, he seriously thinks he won’t need the help of his powers at all for this one; Xander isn’t much for the eyes anyway. Besides, if he uses his power, the fight will be over in a few seconds, two minutes tops. Gorilla strength, elephant mass (density), cheetah speed and rhino invulnerability. He can even throw in a bat’s scream if he wants to. While he can’t use all those abilities at once, he has been honing his powers to the point that he could easily shift through various animals in a split-second (but leaving him severely hungry and tired within a few minutes). But then, Xander could tell already, and while he may win, he’d surely look bad in Xander’s eyes, and he knows it. Should he win, he wants it so that he’d crush Xander entirely, both physically and psychologically. (Should he cheat with his powers however, he’d probably rely on his non-offensive powers, like accelerated healing or enhanced reflexes; but as said, such methods will be used only as his last resort).

“Oh puh-lease Xander, I can make you bleed without you even knowing it,” taunted Zac, standing up and doing a back flip to increase the distance between him and the boy. He adopted a defensive stance and said, “Scared you’ll be beaten by a guy in a towel tough guy?”

[Xander Green]

Xander rolled his eyes and shook his head. Even while trying to sound nice Zac was insulting him. To think this guy actually had friends was mind boggling. Just to know there were people who willingly said, 'Yes, I want to hang out with Zac' was hard to grasp. But then again some people just had horrible taste. There was no fixing that. But he could hopefully make them rethink their choices when they see how badly Zac gets slapped around. Naturally people like that weren't the kinds of people Xander wanted to affiliate with. He watched his do a backflip and shook his head. Let him keep doing that and tire himself out. That didn't bother Xander one bit.

"No, I'm just worried it might be considered a hate crime. And I'm not referring to your heritage."

He said while stretching. He actually thought Zac might be gay. Then again when you had as much time on your hands as Xander did it gave you a lot of time to think about things and people. And a few nights ago he'd come up with the theory that Zac was gay. Naturally he had no clue as they didn't exactly get along so they didn't have pleasant conversations by any means.

"Bring it on bitch."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Truth be told, Zac could really care less should Xander beat him to pulp. While his ego may not agree with him (he was crushed after all, and crushed no less than the punk who has become his sworn enemy overnight), he still has the resources to make it look like it never really happened. Or even worse, to make Xander look like a big fat liar, should one believe him in the first place.

While the healing factor his powers give him isn’t as potent as the ones other people have, it is enough to make a broken nose all better again in three to five days time, leaving nothing but a simple mark that will sooner or later vanish in a few days, depending on his power use. The only thing he needs to do is to tap into the said animal for at least three to four hours a day and up his protein intake. And while it heals, he could simply cover it with a bandage, and say that he and Vincent (the Head of Security) hand another training session, hence the injury (and no, apparently he plans to do such a thing even without the man’s approval). As for the social repercussions, well, he doubts that Xander’s got enough ‘social credit’ to be believable anyway, especially against him. He prides himself as a Hammel celebrity, and figures Xander to be a nobody, and logic dictates the public will listen more to him than the punk (or so he thinks).

“Ok, that just didn’t make sense,” he chuckled darkly, relaxing slightly as he did, “Hate crime? Heritage? So you hate meta-humans now?” To say that Zac is confused would be an understatement. To him, ‘heritage’ refers to his meta-human ancestry, which is weird hearing from Xander seeing that he’s supposedly meta-human himself. “You sure you’re in the right state of mind? ‘Cause I don’t want to maim a disabled guy.”

Trying to remember Vincent’s fighting style, he welcomed the invitation and rushed forward, sending a right jab straight to Xander’s face. “You do know that trash talking me won’t amount to anything, do you?” Years and years of insults, to him and from him, had made him immune to most things. Most being the operative word.

[Xander Green]

This was going to be a little tricky for a few reasons. On the one hand he didn't know exactly what Zac could do with his abilities and what he couldn't do. Meaning Zac could be using his abilities and Xander wouldn't know. So he had to take him down as quickly as possible. Would people believe Xander when this was done? Probably not. And if they did they'd simply assume he jumped Zac or something along those lines. He knew he was also breaking the rules in doing this and ran the rick of being kicked out. But the question was, where would he go if he got kicked out? He'd have to sleep on the streets for a bit most likely.

He rolled his eyes at Zac's ignorance.

"Are you so dumb you don't know when you're being insulted?"

He asked with a raised eyebrow. He knew Zac may not have been the wisest of people but assumed he'd figure it out. Since he wasn't referring to his asian decent and was referring to the fact Xander believed him to be gay. Sure no one would believe him but he didn't care. As Zac rushed forward Xander side stepped him a bit and then went to deliver a right to his stomach.

"I really don't care. However I do enjoy it, whether it works or not."

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Dearie, I know I’m being insulted. I’m not as dumb as you. Not my fault you make such weak wisecracks,” Zac taunted, smirking widely as he did, “Although now that you mention it, are you by any chance complimenting me then?” In his defense, Xander’s gay reference was a little too obscure. He may be a bit dumb to not to know that hate crimes extended to homosexuals (as he only heard those words when used in a meta-human context), but gayness and heritage wasn’t really making sense. At least to him that is. Should he be enlightened about what he’s been referring to all along, he’ll be even more lost than he is already. He seriously does not believe that homosexuality is genetic, nor does he know that anyone in Hammel, other than him and Stephen, knew Cedric, his nanny-butler-caretaker, was gay. “Then again, for argument’s sake, let’s say indeed I’m dumb enough not to know I’m being insulted. Would that make any difference about you getting your butt kicked? I think not.”

He snarled rather loudly when Xander easily evaded his punch and quickly returned with a counterattack. Unfortunately for him, despite seeing the punch coming, his momentum was too great that he couldn’t stop and turn around to evade – the punch was dead on. Left without any other choice, Zac simply shielded his stomach with his hands, his palms eagerly absorbing some of the impact. It was quite painful, yes, but it’s better than having his stomach receive the whole impact. And besides, he had developed quite the plan already.

Planting his feet firmly on the ground, his promptly tightened his grip around Xander’s arm, locking it in place, and grabbed the boy closer. They weren’t really in the right position for him to do a ippon seoinage and he could seriously do some damage to the guy, but then again, this wasn’t a formal match. If anything, it’s a death match; he could care less if he maims Xander permanently. “Nice trick. Let’s see you match this one up,” he winked as he grabbed Xander by the hips and turned slightly, positioning himself to try and throw the boy.


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Hopefully that isn't too much Xander. =P. Don't be shy to tell me if it is and so I can edit it and whatnot.^^.
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[Xander Green]

He snarled silently as he felt his fist connect solely with Zac's hands. Although the slight change to Zac's expression let him know that some of the blow had actually connected. It was one punch, but soon he realized Zac had his hand and forearm firmly gripped. He narrowed his eyes but before he could figure out how to get out he felt himself moving through the air and he landed flat on his back.

"Oh god damn it."

So apparently Zac had martial arts training. Zac had a good physique, Xander would admit that. So the fact he had some training in martial arts wasn't too much of a shock. He now knew for sure that there was at least Judo. Sure Xander's combat training was the bare minimum taught in the school here, so he'd have to make due. He'd need to try something a little different. Zac was smart, but vain was also a GREAT word to use to describe him.

"I hope you don't get too mad when I disfigure you."

He said before getting up and cracking his neck. Whether Zac had used his ability or not was still unknown. However just outside the door his spirit friends were ready to attack Zac. Once ready though Xander began to slowly move side to side, trying to figure out the best plan of attack. He quickly lunged forward before stepping back, trying to feel him out.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac’s eyes widened as his plan worked. Ippon is one of the moves he’s really had difficulty with, following closely behind seoi otoshi. If he had a choice, he would’ve gone for o goshi really; not only is it easy, it’s much more reliable too, in Zac’s opinion. Problem is he couldn’t get into the right position for one and, let’s face it, he didn’t really think about using a Judo move against Xander until the last minute.

That being said, for a split-second, Zac simply stood there, smirking widely that he had successfully thrown Xander. Normally the thrower would start pinning the target into submission, but in his glee he had forgotten all about it. He could’ve ended the match there and there, but because of his own folly (and partly because of the inflation his ego got), he missed the opportunity. He only remembered it when Xander stood up once more. “Damn,” he hissed, smiling darkly to hide his irritation, “I don’t think you’ll give me the chance to do it again, won’t you?”

Zac had to thank Eric for his martial arts traning. For the past three years, Zac’s had normal defense training, the one Hammel gives to most of its students, too. He never really bothered taking extra classes, despite having the time and resources, as he finds it unnecessary. He was an accomplished meta after all; why train when you have your power to back you up? But Eric was insistent on learning MMA, especially after Zac offered to help the kid defend himself, should his town-beat-up incident happen again. He’s not a blackbelt or any other high ranking color belt yet (he’s probably brown belt at his best) but he does feel like he’s getting there. “Dream on, bitch,” taunted Zac as he could sense Xander sizing him up. Seems his throw made quite an impression on the boy.

[Xander Green]

Xander didn't know exactly what kind of training, or what the extent of the training Zac had. He could keep going and find out first hand but that was a horrible idea. Xander thought of himself as tough, but he wasn't that tough. Enough throws like that and Xander wouldn't be able to get up. Not to mention he also knew Zac wouldn't make such a simple mistake like not following up on his opportunity again. But he couldn't keep pussy footing around. His ego wouldn't let him for one. Plus the quicker he can go and end this the less likely it'll be Zac can use his judo.

He quickly rushed forward before side stepping him and aiming a right hook straight at Zac's jaw. Although he was prepared if he got thrown again. If he did he knew to drop his center of gravity. Plus the standard shoulder throw involved Zac turning his back on him. In which case Xander could probably get in one, maybe even two, shots to his kidneys. It was all a matter of being ready and moving quickly.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Lucky for Zac, he didn’t let his ego get the best of him this time. For a moment there, he was almost going to turn cocky mode into full blast, simply relaxing and enjoying the fight, blatantly letting his guard down. Then it occurred to him. While Xander did seem hurt, he didn’t seem fazed. Not one bit actually. Either he’s just too crazy and too driven to make hurt him, or he gave the throw to Zac. Not good (he sincerely hopes it’s the former – Xander being too crazy and acting like a rabid animal too numb to feel the pain). So instead of smirking too much, he just gave Xander a wary grin, tensing his muscles to be ready in case he needs to launch a counter attack or simply dodge.

Unfortunately for him, his feet weren’t fast enough. When Xander suddenly rushed forward, side-stepped and launched another solid hook, Zac was so tempted to tap into a cheetah and escape the assault unscathed. But no, Xander would know. He’s probably telling himself that Zac used his powers earlier; no need to further feed the said fire.

The hook landed straight into his jaw; fortunately it didn’t break or anything. But it was painful, very. The fact that he was thrown a few feet through the room was proof of that. “F*ck,” was the only thing he could say as he struggled to stand up and cradled his jaw. But no, he can’t give up now. Nor can he lose his temper. It would prove too much for Xander should he go berserk. He could feel the walls he’s built in his psyche slowly weakening because of the physical and mental stress he’s having. Not good. Better end this quick.

“Guess that means I won’t get a second go at your arms then,” he smirked. He needs to pin the guy down, and fast. But how? Then it hit him. This was his time to stalk and pounce then. “I’d say it’ll be a shame to ruin a pretty face like yours, but sadly, it wasn’t pretty in the first place,” he taunted, tightening the towel around his waist. Not that he cares if it falls down mid-strike anyway.

[Xander Green]

A satisfied smirk spread across his lips as he felt his knuckles connect wholly and completely with Zac's cheek. Not to mention the sight of him falling. Luckily the towel didn't move as Zac falling and holding his cheek was a scene he'd enjoy unfolding in his head again and again. He was about to rush forward and kick Zac square in the head but stopped as he popped up. He silently cursed himself for not acting quickly. It seemed each side had screwed up on not taking full advantage. Well much like Zac was probably saying to himself, that was a mistake he wouldn't make again.

"Are you psychic? Because you totally just stole my line. No matter, either way I'd still have no problem rearranging your features. Your nose doesn't look as swollen as I'd like."

He said with a smirk. It was then it hit him. With the towel Zac was probably a little less freer to move, especially since he'd tightened it. He needed to end this quickly so Zac could spend the rest of his time packing up, well once he regained consciousness. No more pretty boy bullshit. Xander had to go full on and risk it. He was sick of this. He rushed forward aiming to tackle him to the ground. If he could get Zac down he could unload on him. And his target was the face.

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” said Zac in an excessively sarcastic and mocking tone. Exchanging verbal jabs with Xander is just as fun and fulfilling as landing a straight hook on him, in Zac’s opinion. It’s been long since he’s felt like this really. (He just hopes his father won’t get wind of this one too; he can’t stand being grounded any longer). “Seriously Xander, don’t blame me if I’m the witty guy here. After all, I’m not all brawn like you,” he winked, taunting the guy to come and rush at him, sizing him as in each passing moment. “By the way, do you have any idea what time it is already? If it was me I’d make you suffer an agonizing and humiliating defeat, but since I have classes in a while, I’d just have to settle for the ‘humiliating’ part.”

He was still thinking of a few strategies that would easily pin down the guy without risking too much when he saw a glint, figuratively I assume, in Xander’s eyes. And without a moment too soon, the boy rushed forward, leaving almost no room for Zac to counter. If only the room was any larger really. But then a plan suddenly hit him. It was quite crazy, and a bit too risky, but it’s the only ‘viable’ option he has right now, other than outright surrendering. Without a moment’s hesitation, he let himself be tackled by the boy, smirking as he fell voluntarily, somewhat easing the impact with his arms.

As they hit the floor, he tensed his muscles, ready to turn the tides and pin the boy down. He just needs to prevent Xander from landing any serious punches and the pin around. He’s mighty confident he can put the kid into submission with a headlock, or even an armbar. Or so he hopes.