A 'Personal' Alley Mugging (Open)

[Jak]

BAM. Went the sound of a fist driving into the face of a young entertainer. Jak's vision began to blur slightly at the sight of the small group of idiots surrounding him. The burly hand of a rather large man rapped itself around the collar of his shirt and sharply yanked it. Jak's ears were ringing immensely as the burly man began to speak. 'Now...are ya gonna apologize for tryin to steal away mah girl, or am I gonna have to resume mah beating on your sorry little ass.'

It was people like this he despised the most. Always trying to think up more reasons to hurt another weaker than you. His eyes ventured over to the goons behind the man. Damn, if the despicable man hadn't had so many 'friends' then he could' have had a chance to get away. "I am not about to apologize for something that needs no apology. I was merely making small talk to a random woman who happened to be very pretty. I was not aware that she was already courting another, otherwise I wouldn't have spoken so 'friendly' with her...but if it makes you feel an better about yourself, I enjoyed every second of it." That did it. The mans face turned bright red from the comment. Obviously he wasn't used to somebody talking to him in such a way. Jak deducted that he had very little self control, which gave him a small window to escape. Jak kicked the man square between the legs and took off running. He didn't get far. After about three steps he was tackled to the ground by the mans 'friends'.

The leader of the small group was clutching a 'certain area' in pain and slowly regained composure. 'That's it! Now I'm going to kill you!' The man flipped out a knife and ventured over to the beaten Jak. 'I was being nice before, but now I just about had it with ya! Your going to die nice and slow.'

[Caelum Lacaille]

[atrb=cellspacing,4px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=valign,top]       "Stealing your girl?" Her voice rang out over the momentary silence, repeating the spoken lines from earlier. She had had enough witnessing this tomfoolery going on before her. Such fools they were, as she had been standing there outside of the alley's mouth, watching with a fiery gaze as they trampled over an even poorer fool.       "You sure it wasn't your own damn fault fer not being good enough for 'er?" She would have started to add in the option that this "girl" of his was to blame for not making it clear that she was taken, but then that would involve other innocents, though she was not one to particularly care about such.       Whether anyone could tell or not, the female had been drinking, but that certainly didn't hinder her judgment or ability to think. Upon exiting her place of alcoholic excursion, the sounds of potential battle fell upon her ears, and the winged young woman could not restrain herself from striding around to check it out. Much to her disappointment, she only discovered a sad sight of bullying.       Ribbons of hair swayed behind her as she stood by the light of the alley, arms defiantly crossed at her chest. "I certainly wouldn't want to be with a knuckle-brained fledgling like you." She smirked, dauntingly. Not to mention he was old, and needed a gang of lackeys to support him. One of the ultimate level of "loser" that anyone could stoop down to, if there were levels, anyways. "M'not really here to be a knight in shining armor, but if you want some blood, pick someone that can actually fight."

[Jak]

Well this was unexpected. Its not every day a pretty girl tries to save a 'strong man'. Usually it was the other way around gender wise. It was quite obvious that Jak couldn't defend himself. I mean look at the guy, he carries around a giant backpack and small briefcase. Not really the model of a warrior. Jak tilted his head back while still being held down and grinned at the woman. "Good afternoon miss. How are you on this fine d-" at this moment one of lackeys interjected rudely,"Shad 'ap who said you were allowed to speak?!"

Jak could tell simply by the way that she spoke that she had plenty of experience in the ancient art of 'beating people to a pulp and send them home crying'. Which is why he chose not to worry about the situation at hand. The leader of the group practically drooled on the ground by the sight of this woman. Disgusting, Jak didn't want to know what was going through this mans head. 'Well what do we have here?' The man tried to smirk but it abruptly failed. "It looks like I got a feisty woman telling me what to do." He turned toward his 'friends'. 'Boys do you remember what happened to the last feisty woman who decided to boss me around?' The goons almost laughed with glee, in memory of what they did to a poor young damsel. 'Boys grab 'er!" The goons didn't hesitate to venture towards the girl. They smirked evilly, thinking that they were going to get a 'reward' for attacking a helpless entertainer.

Jak sighed. These people never learn that judging somebody by their looks would always end in them getting their asses kicked. Judging by the look in the woman's...perplexing eyes, she probably had enough experience to defeat them with ease.

[Caelum Lacaille]

[atrb=cellspacing,4px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=valign,top]       "My, my," The female raised a hand to her chin, as if in contemplation about the evil act he had supposedly committed. "I wasn't aware I needed permission to talk to you half-witted oafs." As she spoke, she retrieved a small bag from her apparel, opening it up and fishing out a handful of seeds in her left to snack upon while she waited impatiently for this to end.       Once she had securely stashed her possessions away again, her gaze turned to the man on the ground with a unusually mocking nod. Mocking to the ruffians, that is, as she ignored them as the victim did. "'m quite well, though you seem to be in a pickle, eh?" She gave a small laugh, which quickly morphed into a frown at the group of men.       Ah, what a repulsive lot. She shrugged to herself. All the less reason to care if they happened to lose their only life.       A single arm fell to her side, as she looked around casually, the occasional snap of a seed's shell faintly sounding in her mouth. When the first step was taken towards her and the distance closed, the winged teen immediately threw out her foot, attempting to press her weight onto the foot of the nearest goon, and even if she had not accomplished so, following up to swipe her right arm out at his torso, a knife now suddenly in her grasp. "On your feet and away, stranger." She proceeded to call out, not wanting to risk a stupid hostage situation.       She had no intention to stick around and give these people even a decent, or even a full fight, for they deserved nothing of the sort.

[Jak]

Jak sighed and climbed up from the rather uncomfortable ground. He grabbed hold of his entertainment kit and flipped it over his opposite shoulder, while tossing a pair of dice in the air. These guys had annoyed him to a level that he didn't think he had. He was having a nice chat with a rather pretty woman, when he was suddenly dragged into an alley and beaten to a pulp, which caused him to be an hour late for a performance at a local bar. He would be lucky if he was going to even eat tonight, let alone have a sweet glass of red wine.
He slowly walked past the wide eyed cowards with a slight limp. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. The leader of the sorry excuse of a gang towered in front of him like a brick wall. He was really tall when Jak thought about it, but of course he didn't really desire to think about it. 'And where do ya think your goin? I never said this were finished'? The oaf made an idiot move. He turned his back. The man pulled out his knife threatening the entertainer,while signaling the goons to attack Caelum. Obviously he was to focused on Jak,then to worry about Caelum. Jak wasn't going to let this man walk all over him much longer. Out of his entertainment case he pulled out something that almost made the situation laughable; Silly String. He sprayed it near the mans eyes. Hopefully it would by him some time while the woman fought the completely fear filled goons. He would try to work his way around the psychotic leader who was slashing the small knife around blindly.

(OOC: Sry not the best post but it'll have to do)