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CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: JUNGLE FEVER

[Much like last time, the intercom buzzes to life in the middle of the night for only a moment. An annoyed sigh can be heard.]

Oh dear. That's not supposed to happen...

[That's the last thing everyone will hear during the night. But in the morning, they will find themselves surrounded by vegetation so thick it'd be almost impossible to tell that they're in a school if they didn't already know. Vines coming out of the floorboards and covering the walls/ceilings, exotic plants growing out of the walls. Not to mention the wildlife! Just about any animal you would imagine to be in a jungle, dangerous or not, can be found lurking in the school. But don't worry! Not every corner of the campus is infested with poisonous plants and carnivorous beasts. The cafeteria is one hundred percent clear. It seems that the lunch lady's awful cooking is doing some good at keeping the wildlife at bay. In fact, anything that starts to grow anywhere near to doors of the lunchroom dies off pretty quickly!

May want to steer clear of the auditorium, though. The vegetation there is the thickest...and most dangerous.]

((TIME FOR ANOTHER EVENT. Seeing as how this one went up a day late it'll go on until the 19th. Every area is covered in vines, flowers, and animals. Some are dangerous (plants included) and some are harmless -- I'll leave that up to player discretion on what's hanging around. As long as they're plants/animals that would normally be found in any kind of jungle. Remember: nothing too big, it has to fit in the campus! The air is also really humid and muggy. The auditorium will have the bulk of the dangerous animals/plants, and also the biggest!

Lisa the nurse will be around to heal wounds or any poison (the symptoms of the poisonous plants are up to you. It's not a mind altering poison or anything, though), but her office will still be filled with vines and small animals, nothing dangerous. And as mentioned above the cafeteria is all clear and Edna will be around cooking all her awful food. Have fun!))

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[...What.]

[Miguel follows Vulpes' gaze to the fallen butter-knife, and swallows. He wasn't just bluffing by giving off the impression that he wasn't afraid of dying in a fight- but that doesn't mean that Miguel would want his throat slowly ripped away by a blunt object. Sick bastard...]

[The Spaniard swallows; somewhat uneasy.] Just... Get the Hell off of me now- and I wont hurt you... as much.

[Vulpes leans over and snatches up the butter knife. Usually threats of excessively horrific torture or death are enough to make particularly aggressive captives re-think their positions. It's very rare that he actually needs to do as he threatened.]

You'll understand if I don't find your offer to be very persuasive.

[He taps Miguel on the forehead with the flat of the knife. It's really not very sharp at all.]

How about I give you a few more choices? Admit defeat only, and I'll release you after I've finished breaking your nose. Admit defeat and apologize, and I'll release you with no further damage. Do neither, and... well...

[He taps him again with the knife.]

[Miguel grimaces; brow creasing as the man tauntingly pats him on the forehead with the flat surface of the knife. He pauses for a moment to think the situation over for a bit before responding.]

I admit...

...That your cowardly, snake-like tactics were used to compensate for both your weak body and lack of huevos well enough to result in you temporarily gaining the upper-hand- though at the end of the day you are still a sad, lonely man in a skirt born of a whore mother who obviously never loved you.

[Vulpes' expression hardens, the only sign that he's offended by Miguel's words. He can barely remember his mother, but he finds bringing her into this to be rather pathetic. Then again, what more could he expect from a profligate?]

[He moves his leg from between Miguels' and sits back, studying him. A few moments later he swings a fist at his nose with all of his strength.]

You brought this upon yourself. You should learn to avoid starting battles that you cannot win.

Edited 2013-07-19 21:10 (UTC)

[Miguel's head snaps back; the already-abused cartilage of his nose breaking as Vulpes punches it with full force. The back of Miguel's head bumps back against the table-leg once more, and he grunts out in pain before hanging his head... then laughing.]

[The Spaniard lowly chuckles despite the way his eyes water and his nose oozes blood; breathing through his mouth. He then raises his head again with a wide grin.]

I'd rather have my nose shattered multiple times than be forced to listen to you prattle on about your "superior intellect" for any longer.

Are you really so lonely that you would keep me here with you just to enjoy my company for a while longer? [He teases] -Or do you actually get off on this kind of thing, eh?

[Now that is satisfying. Miguel's blood is flowing more freely now, and his nose looks to be painfully broken. Vulpes does follow through with his threats. Nobody could say otherwise.]

[The laughter and grinning is unexpected, though not entirely unheard of. Some captives seem to believe it will make them tougher to laugh in the face of their tormentor.]

What makes you believe I'm lonely?

[Certainly anyone would feel a little alone after being pulled away from home. He misses the Legion. But this isn't about that.]

Hm. [Vulpes recalls how much it had bothered Miguel when he'd seemed to be about to get on his knees before him.] Do you wish it does? Why don't we find out?

[He reaches for the waistband of Miguel's pants and casually undoes the button.]

You don't exactly strike me as the kind of man who attracts many--

[Miguel pauses; the smirk falling from his face almost instantly as Vulpes reaches down to unbutton his pants.] What-- What the HELL are you doing!?

[He angrily kicks his legs.] NO I don't care what you get off to, idiota!

Just leave me out of it..! [Miguel's eyes dart around the room and over Vulpes' shoulder. Anyone who had been in the immediate area seems to have cleared out the moment a fight broke out. Everyone, at least, except the crotchety old lunch lady- who merely gives Miguel a vaguely annoyed expression before turning and walking back off into the school's kitchen. The large man feels a cold sinking feeling in his gut at the thought of being seen in such a position; his face flushing just slightly red.]

Rrgh-- THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

[That's right. Doesn't care what Vulpes does to him? He has no problem testing out that little assertion. He digs his hands into Miguel's sides when the man starts kicking his legs.]

You don't? But you asked...

[He glances at the lunch lady when he notices that she's watching and smirks before turning back to Miguel. It looks like no one's interested in helping him.]

Ah, but you're turning red. Perhaps you're the one who is enjoying yourself?

[He starts tugging the pants down Miguel's hips, as much as he can considering how they're sitting. This is clearly the best course to follow if he wants to humiliate the man.]

[Miguel's eyes widen; his face only going more red with a mixture of embarrassment and rage when his loose pants are tugged lower to reveal his boxers. He kicks his legs again and jerks forward; feeling the leather of his belt strain against the buckle which holds it to his wrists. Not even the way it painfully cuts into his skin as he does this is enough to deter the Spaniard away from trying to tug his wrists free again; anything to get out of this humiliating situation.]

Like Hell..! [He shouts loudly in protest; rather quickly going on the defensive when confronted with such an assertion.] You do realize that I am a MAN, don't you!?

Do you not see where we ARE!? [The fact that this is happening where people may see is perhaps the worst part of all. Admittedly, Miguel has gotten himself into a few slightly... questionable situations in the past- but they were dealt with quickly and dismissed soon afterward. Dismissing something taken THIS far with so many witnesses to possibly tell the story is an entirely different matter, however.]

[Furiously; through gritted teeth-] If you try anything funny now, I swear to God...

Edited 2013-07-20 02:00 (UTC)

Everyone is going to hear you.

[He arches an eyebrow, still smirking.] Are you? I had better make sure.

[This time, Miguel's jerking around actually helps Vulpes pull his pants down further since he occasionally lifts his hips off the ground. Pretty soon he has them down the man's thighs.]

You seem to be more concerned about where we are than what we're doing. Would you prefer to find somewhere private to continue?

[It's too bad that he really wouldn't be able to transport Miguel anywhere without his consent... and that the whole building seems to have turned into a jungle. He'd almost forgotten about that.]

WE'RE not "doing" anything..! [Miguel quiets himself down for a moment as he looks around; not wanting to attract too much attention. He also stops jerking his hips when he realizes that doing so only makes the task of removing his pants easier- but by then it's too late. His boxer-shorts are fully exposed now... -and so is the slight bulge that protrudes from beneath them. It would seem that his body reacted in a rather curious way to the pain and adrenaline of the situation, if his halfy-of-shame is any indication.]

[Seething with anger and embarrassment, Miguel's face burns even redder than before; a low growl escaping him as he suddenly yanks at the restraint on his wrist hard enough to actually dislocate his own wrist- but along with that sharp pain came a small victory.]

Rrrah-! [Suddenly the buckle on his own belt snaps, and Miguel's arms shoot forward as he's finally freed. Brute-forcing his way through the bindings of his own heavy-duty belt came at the price of a pained, swollen wrist- but it was well worth it to escape further public humiliation.]

[Almost immediately, Miguel lashes out to try and grasp Vulpes' throat.]

[Vulpes is surprised to see that bulge in Miguel's boxers, and has a thing or two he'd like to say about it. In fact, there's a whole string of taunts he can think of right then and there. The Legionary is about to spout some out when Miguel really starts tugging at his restraints. His eyes widen behind his goggles when the belt actually snaps, and he realizes that he'd underestimated just how much brute force this man could use.]

[He's wisely about to retreat and prepare for another fight when a strong hand suddenly wraps around his throat. His hands immediately reach up to try and pry those fingers away while he struggles to take in a breath through the tight grip.]

[Miguel's hand latches on tightly to Vulpes' throat; not letting up even as the other man attempts to pry his hand free. If anything he just squeezes harder; his brow furrowed as he strangles his former captor.]

Oh? Nothing to say, eh?

How's that superior intellect of yours working out now??

[His dislocated hand goes to try and pick his pants back up- but it's so numb and useless that the action proves to be much more difficult than usual. Miguel grits his teeth as he struggles with this; wanting to cover himself back up.]

[The tightened grip ensures that he can't take even a small breath, and pretty soon the struggle has him losing energy fast. Would Miguel go through with this murder? He certainly seems to be furious enough. Giving up on trying to pry the hand off his throat, Vulpes makes a last ditch attempt to grab the butter knife he'd dropped earlier. Unsurprisingly, he can't seem to locate it while struggling for much needed oxygen. Instead, he aims a clumsy punch to Miguel's broken nose.]

[Vulpes did threaten to slowly cut his throat out with a butter-knife. He has half a mind to just snap the man's neck right now... but... no. As easy as it would be, Miguel doesn't exactly make a habit out of murdering- despite what rumors of his bloodthirsty nature might say. Instead Miguel suddenly tosses Vulpes back by the throat when he attempts that clumsy punch; satisfied enough with watching the other man desperately choke for a few moments.]

[Besides, he'd much rather use his good hand to finally try and pull his pants back up- since the other has already begun to swell and might as well be useless right now. Miguel curses at the feeling of numbness due to his dislocated wrist as he scrambles to single-handedly button his pants and stand up.]

Son of a bitch.... I should break every bone in your body for what you did..!

[He falls back on his rear when Miguel tosses him away, gasping for breath and clutching at his bruised neck. The fact that the profligate is threatening him while attempting to close his pants with one hand somehow doesn't take away as much intimidation value away from his words. Vulpes isn't normally one to be afraid, but he'd just nearly had his windpipe completely crushed by someone he'd just spent some time tormenting. There were always exceptions to every rule.]

[The Legionary scrambles to his feet, trying not to let his nervousness show while also catching his breath.]

You are... in no shape to fight.

[Not if that hand is as injured as it seems. Still, Vulpes isn't now going to underestimate the damage this man could do with a single hand if he's determined enough.]

You'd be surprised.

[Miguel says this promptly as he manages to zip up his pants, though buttoning them is proving to be much more difficult. In the end he merely decides to keep them held up with his good hand; gesturing at Vulpes threateningly with the other.] All I'd need is one good hit to lay you out permanently.... Do you understand??

Do NOT test me! [Vulpes looks like he now understands the physical differences between the two of them well enough- but Miguel makes sure to drive the point home. He doesn't want the other man to get any 'wrong' ideas about him just because of the... 'peculiar' way in which his body reacted to the adrenaline of the situation just now.]

Edited 2013-07-24 03:01 (UTC)

Hmph.

[He grunts disdainfully, frustrated with himself for not reacting calmly to this situation and betraying some fear. He would have to get that hit in first.]

I have no intention... of starting another fight. You... brought this upon yourself.

[Damn throat. He rubs at it while making more of an effort to regulate his breathing.] Didn't seem to mind it all that much... either.

[Wrong ideas or not, he isn't about to ignore the way Miguel reacted to the situation.]

[...He just HAD to say something about THAT, didn't he?]

[Miguel lets out a low growl; hastily approaching the other man once more and getting in his face.]

DID MY HAND AROUND YOUR THROAT SEEM LIKE ME "NOT MINDING" TO YOU??

[He goes to shove the other man back by the shoulder.] If I snapped your neck just now- would that have made it clear how much I "mind", pendejo??

[Vulpes stands his ground, trying his best to stare Miguel down despite being significantly shorter than him. He isn't unused to looking "down" at men taller than himself.]

Say whatever you like. I saw the truth.

[By now, he's fairly confident that Miguel isn't going to kill him. If he was, he would've done so by now. The man clearly isn't a murderer... Vulpes would know, being one himself.]

[He folds his arms, calling Miguel's bluff through his indifference to the threats.] Do you think I've never met a masochist before? It's obvious.

[There's only one man on Miguel's "kill" list and unfortunately that man isn't within the walls of the campus just yet, as far as he knows. It's not that Miguel couldn't bring himself to murder... just that outright murder is the one sin he has somehow managed not to commit in his life thus far, and he'd prefer to keep it that way until that man is within his sights. Revenge is the purest form of justice in terms of holding the person responsible for his sister's death accountable... That's all there is to that. Still- just because Miguel isn't QUITE as bloodthirsty as his reputation might suggest doesn't mean that he is at all a forgiving or cool-headed person. He's not even a good person some days. Miguel has a lot of pride, and Vulpes is walking a dangerous line here- especially as he starts making an absurd accusation.]

Met a-- What?? [Miguel's eyes widen, as if he can't even wrap his head around Vulpes having the balls to suggest such a thing.] Are you accusing me of enjoying what you did to me!?

[Just because he has self-destructive tendencies and constantly throws himself into harm's way and also may have a subconscious desire to be punished doesn't make him a masochist!]

[The taller man quickly peers around the room, before looking back down at Vulpes threateningly.] I'm warning you to watch your words..!

I don't believe I need to accuse you of what we both saw to be a clear fact.

[The fact that Miguel is clearly so outraged by the very idea only helps confirm its truth in Vulpes' mind. The right corner of is mouth twitches slightly, before his expression becomes stoic once more.]

I can only imagine that, had we been in private, you would have allowed me to continue.

[He meets Miguel's gaze with cold blue eyes, indifferent and unconcerned. The Legionary does, however, unfold his arms. He wants to be prepared just in case the degenerate does take it upon himself to attack, if not kill.]

[There's no "clear fact" about it, as far as Miguel is concerned. What happened was probably just... his body's natural reaction to adrenaline, or something. It happens all the time in the middle of a fight, and it doesn't mean anything. Or at least that's what he has chosen to tell himself. In any case- it isn't anything that Miguel is even remotely interested in dwelling on.]

[Which is why he bristles; furrowing his brow at the man's following words. Now THAT is going too far- even for a joke. Him? Miguel? Allow himself to be pummeled and mesed with by someone like Vulpes? Putting accusations of masochism aside, even- this pendejo is a MAN!]

[With a sneer, Miguel frowns deeply; speaking in a low voice.] Let me make one thing very clear to you. I'm not like that. Whatever YOU enjoy doing to other men in your free time is none of my concern-- but you had better leave my name out of it if you have any love for breathing, comprende?

Because if I hear you speak a WORD of this- of these LIES- to anyone, I swear to God...

Edited 2013-07-24 05:32 (UTC)

You'll what? Kill me?

[He drawls, again making clear his disdain for Miguel's threats.]

You've nothing to fear, degenerate. I see no reason to tell anyone else about this.

[There's really no one to tell. Vulpes is happy enough to keep any humiliation he piles onto Miguel private, between the two of them.]

However, [he begins, punctuating the word with a poke to the center of Miguel's chest] If you so much as rest one finger of your dissolute hands on my throat again, I will make sure you sincerely regret it. And I do follow through with my threats, don't I?

You don't think I would?

[Miguel narrows his eyes; immediately swatting Vulpes' hand away as the other man pokes him in the chest.] As long as you keep your hands- and words to yourself, I wont HAVE to wring your neck.

But keep in mind, pendejo, that even if I would prefer not to dirty my hands with your blood- that doesn't mean that I'm against making you wish you were dead.

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