Bloody Knuckles [open]

((Won't scare me off. Just don't expect a responce as long xD.))

Xander had watched everything with much amusement. The minute that haughty girl had walked up to the ring and wanted to take on that brute. Honestly though he didn't think she had w.hat it took to beat him. He watcheed the beginning of the battle curiously, the guy was getting her off balance with ease. Than he made a fatal mistake, he underestimated his opponent. Now he was just a bloody mess on the floor, served him right. If he couldn't beat this girl who could he beat. Xande laughed maniacally as a group of careers removed her from the premis. She could be a worthy opponent, alot of spunk.

He rose from where he was sitting and wandered out to where she was now sitting. He took her in, but it was difficult for him to get a good read on her. She was different than most fighters who were so easy to read. He decided she could be a worthy adversary as well as a good ally. He moved forward not bothering to introduce himself, everyone knew who he was. "Brutal fight girly, to bad that guy you fought was lame. I want to see you win an actual fight against a real opponent. Not that shit faced idiot who didn't know how to fight."

He took a seat across from her and lounged on it. He was interested to see her reaction, an opponent was only as good as their reaction to a taunt. And Xander knew every taunt in the book, and how to get under peoples skin. This girl was obviously full of pride, and it should be easy to goad her into a fight. It was always easy to get the prideful ones, he should know, he was the exact same way. He rose from his seat and intentionally bumped into her as he changed where he wanted to sit. THAT should about do it, he waited with bated breath for her reaction.

Xander laughed a long loud laugh. Thus girl was the one who just beat up that guy with all that energy. Was this some kind of joke, was she just a joke. "Okay, if you want me to leave you alone than you need a bit more ferocity behind that statement. Otherwise your leaving yourself open for getting your ass beaten. You know what I think, I think your a sham, a girl who picks fights on easy opponents."

He spun back around and bumped into her again. This time harder to try and knock her off balance. "Come on you fake, don't want to fight, are you tired." His tone implied he was patronizing her and mocking her. "You wouldn't last a minute in the games if one fight takes your energy." He began to walk infront of her back and forth mocking her, goading her into a fight. He knew when he was getting under someones skin, and he was definitely getting under hers. "Come on, get up, or are you afraid you'll get your ass beaten. I bet even a District 12 tribute wouldfightbetter than you."

He figured that last comment would provide the most sting. No one from the Career districts wanted to be compared to someone from District 12. You knew you had reached the lowest of the low when a District 12 was compared to you.

Her comment took him by surprise. He was rather slow so it took a while for what she said to sink in. He was used to picking fights with guys and girls that had more potential than this girl. So why the hell did he come over to get in a fight with her. Throwing himself on to a bench he began to ponder his actions. It was a long arduous process with his mental capacity, and he was getting no where. He could find almost no legitimate reason for his actions. In an old childhood habit, from when he thought, he began to rock back and forth. He was never aware of it, which was probably better for him.

Several minutes passed, the only sound was the bench squeeking from his rythmic movements. Finally he broke out of his stupor and remembered that he was talking to this girl. "If I'm being honest I have no idea why I want to fight you. I usually pick fights with people who are stronger than me. I guess if I could come up with any reason it would be that I wanted an excuse to talk to you. It's not much I know, but it's the only thing I could come up with."

He rose from where he was sitting and walked over to a pack near a door. Returning he offered the pack to the girl. "There are somethings in there you might find useful for your cuts and bruises. I'm pretty sure you don't care, but my name is Xander Thrash. I'm.....s...s...sorry that I tried to bait you." It was hard for Xander to say that word, sorry. Infact as far as he could remember he had never said that word before.

Figures the first question she asked was a hard one. Even he had no real reason for it, he thought. Was it really to prove he was the best fighter alive or was it another reason. A reason he hadn't thought about in a long time. He wondered if he should tell this girl that secret reason that he fought. Figuring he at least owed her that much he finally broke out of his stasis.

"The reason I fight, well, that's a tough question. I could tell you it was to prove I was the best, but I'd be lying. I suppose the real reason is because I want to show people I can amount to something. I'm a dumb ass with very slow comprehensive abilities. I became known as that idiot who would end up dead somewhere. Than I began to fight, my reputation grew as one of the best District 1 had to offer. I soaked it all in in the hopes it would overshadow my tiny intellect. I even began to believe I could be someone.

I guess now I'm the dumb ass who picks fights with injured people." As he kept talking the words flowed easier from his mouth until he came to the end of his story. He quickly put on his cruel heartless persona realizing he had shown how vulnerable he felt to peoples opinions. Dammit, he thought, why had I just said all that. He sunk into another state and began to rock back and forth again. What was his problem, what was wrong with him today?

Xanders rocking continued to the point where she threw up on his shoes. It wasn't like they were his best shoes, but still it was hideous. He jumped up from his seat and was about to spill out a number of obsenities, but found self control. He took deap breathes to calm himself down, and sat down once again. Rather than acknowledge the heave now on his shoes he acknowledged, her name.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Nyx, or at least as nice as it is to meet one's competition. You're a good fighter by the way. My comments before were to get a rise out of you. It seems that all it did was make me look stupid though. The only fault I can see in your fighting is that you put to much of your emotion into it. If you know what I mean. If you let your emotions rule the fight you'll just get hurt. Not exactly the technique you want if survival is number one."

It was odd to be talking to someone as if they were on an equal level with him. He had little compassion or concern for most peole, but this girl seemed different. At least so far he thought she was different. It was hard for him to decide so early on. Especially since he had learned to trust no one, not even his own family. But in a way he had thrown that out the window by telling her of his own fears.

"Just repeating myself, nice to meet you Nyx. And nice to be so close to your heave to."

Her offer caught him off guard, especially considering the fowl start they got off to. That wasn't to say that he didn't want to accept her offer, but he was a little suspicious. He tried to go over everything in his mind trying to figure out why she was being so nice. It was hopeless though, he couldn't figure out why, so instead of thinking longer he decided he would just accept her offer. First though he tried to clean as much of the heave off his shoes as possible. Realizing it was a hopeless cause went over to a locker on the side of the building. Removing a fresh pair of shoes and lacing the up he walked back to her.

"Sure, I would be more than happy to walk you back home. I'm not going to miss a chance to try and make up for that rough start." The problem was he had no idea how to act now, he wasn't used to being in this kind of situation. Did he wait for her to move, did he move first? Maybe he should just go back to being himself, he only knew how to be arrogant really. He did remember one thing though, he was supposed to wait for her to move first. So standing there like a big idiot he waited for her to get moving.

It was a very awkward situation. He had never been in the position of helping a girl home after a fight...or for that matter any girl at all. Thus had to be hurting her ego though, if he were ever in a position like this he would feel so stupid. Maybe he should try and heal her wounded ego by saying something? What the hell could he say though, he was so lame. What would his enemies think if they saw him walking around with this girl. Helping people was beneath him, he was to proud. Why than did he want to help her, be...close to her.

Lost in thought he wound up passing by the gate that lead to her house. Eventually she got his attention and he came to a halt stepping backwards to level himself with the gate. This was her home, and hethought his home was big. This trumped even his families huge house, and that was hard. He stared dumbly at the lawn of the house not sure how to react. One thing was sure though, he wanted to spend more time with this girl, how could he do that. This led to himrocking back and forth on the spot, another thing he had done alot of today. He finally remembered he could talk and opened his mouth to speak to her.

"Ummm, you're a really good fighter", stupid, stupid, why would he say that of all things. He began to rub his arm absentmindedly which made him look even more stupid. Yup, Xander Thrash was brought down to a useless heap of flesh by one girl. To make it worse this one girl hadn't even fought him, or even wanted to. Suddenly he blurted out something to her. "Can I go with you into your house, I wanna spend more time with you." He turned the deepest shade of red possible and turned away. Everything had gone wrong today, he wasn't Xander the fighter, he was Xander the pathetic today.