SOMETIMES, IT TAKES A KICK [RUSH!]

[SAIYURI UCHIDA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border: #912525 solid 5px;][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;][atrb=style,border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;][bg=c0c7cd] [atrb=style,text-align:justify; ] Saiyuri Uchida let her jaw drop. It'd be an exaggeration to say it hit the floor, but that's exactly how she felt. "Wait...I'm NOT getting the job?" she sputtered, making sure she'd heard him correctly. The man muttered something about them already having a dj before waving her goodbye. Being hustled out the door, Sai couldn't think of much else to do than let them guide her out. There she was, being shoved out of Aphrodite in the middle of the night. Shit. She didn't even know how to get home. Wadding through the mass of people trying to get inside, Saiyuri finally passed the crowd, yanking her bag from between two people. The street was bright, littered with college kids running rampant. Even the brave underage children were attempting to sneak in. Sai wasn't a boastful person, but she could easily admit that she was a pretty good dj. She kicked the curb, running her hands through her hair in distress. It wasn't a good start to her stay in Oxfordshire, that was for sure. Only recently, Saiyuri had been living and going to college in Manhattan, the place she was born and raised. It had been fun there; it was entertaining, exciting, it was Manhattan, after all. Then Sai had gotten bored. Looked into schools overseas. Brythewood had stuck out to her; a neat little place in England. Her interests stirred, a few months later, she'd transferred into their science department and was heading off to England. Huffing, Saiyuri decided to move before she got run over by a horde of drunk girls. Unsure of which direction was even home, especially in the dark, Saiyuri headed away from the night club, pulling her backpack close to her back. The night air was cool, leaning toward a bit chilly, even. Sai's mood was dark. She was pissed off. She knew she had no right to be so upset, but come on! They couldn't give a poor girl ONE gig? The regular dj could just sit out one damn night. "They could have told me on the damn phone. I would have saved the immeasurable amount of pleasure I get from being lost," Sai said to herself. That was never a good sign. You know someone's going off the edge when they mumble to themselves. Her shoe caught the edge of a coke can. Looking down at the crushed red can, she pulled back her foot, aimed and kicked. A relieving sensation poured throughout her body, relaxing the tense muscles in her back. Damn. The felt good. Really good. Grinning, Sai quickened her pace, her eyes glinting off the streetlamps. Right there in front of here, sitting all pretty, was the most perfect target. An expensive looking car. A laugh escaped her red lips as she kicked, using all the force possible in her small body, aiming for the headlights. One kick was enough for her. Again, the small Japanese female kicked, finally breaking through. Thank god she had put on some decent shoes and not heels. While the heels would have broken through quicker, they definitely wouldn't have protected her from the shards. "Serves you right," Sai breathed before frowning at her own words. That didn't even make sense. How in the hell was it the cars fault? I better run... she thought absentmindedly, stepping away from the car. Had anyone seen her? She didn't want to get arrested and spend the night -and how long they kept her- in jail. Pretending as if nothing happened, Sai shrugged her shoulders and started walking away from the scene of the crime. OOC For Rush bby. :)

[RUSH ALLEN DUCKETT]

His face hurt… well what else would you expect when you’d just come from a boxing ring. He’d lost too, which made the pain even less bearable. Rush had left the ring shortly after being stitched up and looked over, not caring to discuss anything with his coach. He’d deal with it all tomorrow. For now he just wanted to… well he didn’t really know what. Rush just wanted to get away from the ring, and his competitor who had held that taunting victory smile. Rush hated to lose in the ring, it meant that he would have to double his training so that he would be able to win the next time he met up with his opponent. It wasn’t like he minded training; it kept his mind off of other things, and the burn he felt with the extra work was satisfying. He just hated losing.

Not that Rush was a poor sport or anything like that. Hell, he’d accepted the invite to go party with his opponent at the Aphrodite, and he was actually going to go. He just needed a little drive first, to clear his head before he found himself partying with the victor. And there was nothing quite like driving his new Audi R8 Spyder V10in the quiet country roads of England. So long as he didn’t hit a stray sheep anyway. He’d be rather put out if he hit something with his 116 thousand pound car. Not to mention his insurance would go up again.

After a while, though he found himself in the parking lot of the popular nightclub of his hometown. He was allowed inside swift enough, bypassing a group of girls gawking at him from near the front. Whether they were looking at him because they knew him as a boxer, from school, or the fresh bruises and wounds on his face, he didn’t know and didn’t really care. He did however spot his competitor right off, who as sitting at a booth enjoying the company of a couple lovely women in short skirts and heels. ”Rush! Come and have a drink.” He couldn’t deny the offer of a free drink, so he say down next to one of the girls, who paid him little heed. Thank god, Rush really wasn’t in the mood to deal with a flirty chick, but with any hope the drink would numb some of the pain coming from his face.

Vodka, on the rocks, was his drink of choice this night, and he actually finished near half of it before his opponents mouth began to get on his nerves. Especially when it was all about how he had “kicked Rush’s ass”. Rush downed the rest of his drink before standing. ”If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an early day tomorrow,” he said as civilly as he could. ”Ahh, gotta train so you can attempt to beat me again?” Rush would have liked to punch the man’s cocky smirk without any gloves on, but instead of being thrown out of the club and possibly arrested, he smiled and left. You know, the whole “better man” crap.

It was only a short walk to his car, the cold air feeling other good on his wounds, before he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes growing momentarily wide. Did that girl just kick out the headlight of his car? He stood there, dumbfounded for a few moments watching as she finished the job and then begin to walk away. Oh hell no, he thought, moving forward. He reached out and grabbed the girls’ upper arm and swung her around to face him. ”Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked before yanking her back toward his car and pointed at the busted glass. ”I sure hope you plan on paying for the damages!”

[SAIYURI UCHIDA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border: #912525 solid 5px;][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;][atrb=style,border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;][bg=c0c7cd] [atrb=style,text-align:justify; ] Sai had hoped for a clean getaway. You know, like in the movies; the protagonist never got caught when they did something wrong for the good of the world. How was breaking some poor guys car a deed that was good for the world? Sai didn't really know, but that was her excuse. It was eerily quiet; she heard the distant noises of the club and only her own footsteps. Heaving a sigh of relief, she rolled her head back and peered up at the dark and starless sky. Maybe I should try a hijack next time, Sai contemplated halfheartedly, her gaze still on the sky. In her reverie, thinking she'd already escaped, she didn't hear the male. Only when a strong hand clenched around her upper arm and twisted her around did she startle into alertness. Oh my fucking god, Sai thought, trying to pull from his grip. Fat chance there, Sai. The guy looked pretty monstrous, bruised up and swollen. Was it he even human? The gears in her head started turning and she managed to hold her ground."What in the world are you talking about?" She screwed up her face, trying to look as shocked and confused as any prime suspect could. Trying to yank her arm from his grip, she snorted in defiance. "Alright sir, I'll let it slide this time, but next time you want to touch me, ask me out on a date first." It wasn't her smartest move, exactly. The man-beast-thing dragged her towards the crime scene, pointing at the glass she had just broken. Why the hell couldn't he have been piss drunk with vomit all over his shirt like half the males in Aphrodite? Why did he have to be completely clear headed and super strong? Why? When he pointed to the glass, Sai looked up at him with fake confusion plastered all over her face. "This looks pretty bad. You should get it checked out," Sai said meekly, knowing fully well that she was going to get caught. He'd have to be completely brainless to let her go. When talk of payment aroused, Sai froze in alarm. "I wasn't exactly planning on paying for this...." Oh yes. Just admit to it, you dumb idiot. She'd already given herself away, but it wouldn't make a difference. Anyone would be intelligent enough to pick up her crappy acting skills. Sai. It's death. FLIGHT OR FIGHT, DAMN IT. Thoughts roared through her mind, each one slipping away too quickly for her to grasp. In attempts to shock the shit out of him, she screamed. "If I had big breasts you'd let me go!" Totally random, but Sai had always wanted to say that and it seemed like the only time she could actually say it. With that as her final impression, she attempted to ram her shoulder into his chest and bolt. What now? Saiyuri wasn't an escape artist or some criminal mastermind. Believe it or not, it was the first time she'd committed a crime and didn't know how to handle it. So, what else was she to do? None other than run like her life depended on it. Seriously? It did. Her dad would impale her with a sword if she ever went to jail. Her mom would brutally murder her with chopstick. You name it. Sai would get it.

[RUSH ALLEN DUCKETT]

Rush stared at her slightly dumbfounded. Wasn’t planning on paying for it? If she thought she was going to get away with damage to personal property, she was dead wrong. He waited for a better response, able to tell that she was working the thoughts through her mind and then she shouted at him. He wanted to laugh, but the thought of large breasts on an Asian was cute short as she shoved her shoulder into his chest. It surprised him more than anything and he blinked a couple times at her, his group loosening a tad.

But it wasn’t long enough for her to actually get away. Instead he grabbed hold of her again, tighter this time. Perhaps even a little tighter than necessary. Well, in Rush’s mind it seemed necessary as she had full intention of running away before he could get all of her information. ”You see, the problem with your escape plan is those,” he pointed up toward the camera’s on top of the light post hoping he had made his point. ”But big breast might have helped your case, if you had them.” Rush was really more of an ass man anyway. But he wasn’t about to go looking at her ass, he wasn’t in the mood to be friendly.

”Sit,” he commanded, slowly loosening his grip on her arm, testing her and glaring at her as if daring her to run. With his other hand he pulled his phone out of jean pocket and pressed a couple buttons pulling the phone to his ear. ”Hey, I’m not going to make it to training in the morning… I have to get my car fixed.” he said into the phone keeping his eyes trained on the girl. He finished talking to his coach and pulling the phone away from his ear. He finally took his eyes off her and began to look through his phone book for his insurance company. He was going to get a quote and send this girl the bill.

[SAIYURI UCHIDA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border: #912525 solid 5px;][atrb=style,-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;][atrb=style,border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;][bg=c0c7cd] [atrb=style,text-align:justify; ] Saiyuri yelped, feeling his arms wrap around her tighter than before. Was he planning on killing her on the spot? Because that's how it felt like. When he pointed up at the cameras, Sai's vision blurred a bit. It was the fact that she could actually go to jail that settled in her stomach. Her eyelids fluttered before she regained what little composure she had left. What aggravated her even further was when he responded to her screamed statement. She hadn't wished for a response; the fact that no one had to state the very obvious was enough to depress her. "I can't believe you just agreed to my boobless comment," she sputtered, half to herself. She barely payed attention to him; his voice was only a bunch of garbled words now. She felt light headed at the prospect of sleeping in a jail cell. When he ordered her to sit, she felt his arm loosen. He was calling someone. Oh my god, it's the cops! she thought, her eyes widening in fear. It would be impossible for him to hold on to her with one hand. This was her chance to escape. She'd just pray and hope that it was too dark for the cameras to catch her face. He said something about not making practice, but Saiyuri hardly payed much attention. She jumped up, wrenching her arm from his grip, flipping her middle finger at him quickly. Ha. Served him right. She picked up her pace to a full out sprint, knowing she couldn't really get home but at least to a damn bus stop. For a few moments, she didn't notice the disappearance of her backpack. Was that why she'd felt as light as the breeze. Holy crap, where had her backpack went? Saiyuri had her wallet, phone and ipod in there. A few snacks, but those she could live without. Oh man. She didn't feel like turning back, and the idea of coming face to face with that guy again sickened her. Screw it. She could just cancel her few credit cards. Losing n ipod and fifty pounds was better than ending up in jail.

[RUSH ALLEN DUCKETT]

After hanging up with his couch, Rush begun to wonder if things really could get worse, it was always a possibility after all. And sure enough, they did. The girl, despite his evil glares managed to escape him. ”Son of a bitch!” he cursed and was about to run after him when his foot hit something semi-solid. Stalled enough, he looked down to see what he’d kicked, a bag, and when he looked back up, he found she was further gone than he felt like chasing. Besides, if she left her bag, then he could easily find out who she is.

Rush picked up the bag and unlocked his car, placing it on the passenger seat. Then he went around to take pictures of the damage with the phone. He’d deal with it all in the morning, it wasn’t like his car wouldn’t run, it was just so damned irritating that it had happened. And for absolutely no reason either! Cursing under his breath he walked around to the driver’s door and climbed in, his mood going from bad to worse. Sitting behind the wheel, he turned on his car. But instead of leaving the club parking lot he looked over at the bag. He was beyond caring about invading personal property and grabbed hold of it, pulling it over onto his lap and beginning to take things out.

The first item on the list, an iPod, which he turned on and looked through the odd array of music. Second a phone, he ran through the contacts list, and found most of the numbers to be American. He decided to keep the phone on hand in case one of her American contacts decided to call. Finally he pulled out her wallet, and smiled like he’d just struck gold. Which, he indeed might have. There were a couple of credit cards, a few banknotes, both dollars and pounds. A New York license featuring her picture and name. ”Saiyuri Uchida” he said aloud reading her name, the corner of his lips quirking up. ”You’re so mine.” Rush didn’t mean that as in he claimed her as a lover, that would be stupid. He meant it as it would be so much easier finding her now that he knew who she was, and if she thought she wasn’t going to pay for damages, she was dead wrong. Looking through the wallet one last time, Rush managed to find a school ID to the college, and a slip of paper with a house address on it.

Saiyuri Uchida just made Rush’s search oh so much more easier.

OoC: Gomen, fell asleep last night XD