fandomhighdorms | In the gym...

Camulus sneers "Drool? I repeat, you flatter yourself." He steps forward into the centre of the gym, moving slowly but deliberately. "I have had nothing but insults and words from you, Tau'ri," he spits the word, knowing exactly what it'll take to push Beka into making the first move, "And I have yet to see any action to back them up."

[[OOC: Dude, I just realised something - when I said 'Student Security', I meant that you were security for the students, so you wouldn't think that I was, well, Goa'ulding on my students.]]

Beka bares her teeth and steps toward him. She circles him, studying him, looking for weaknesses and finding none.

She's strong. But he's stronger.

She doesn't care. She sets, sweeps her right leg high and fast. Clips his jaw. "Action."

Camulus sways back slightly, his eyes never leaving her face. He slowly raises one hand, never breaking eye contact, and rubs at the spot. He lashes out quickly with the other hand, his knuckles connecting first, followed by his elbow on the follow-through. "Didn't you miss lights and camera?"

Good, she thinks as she staggers back. He's not going to pull punches because she's a girl. "I decided we were pretty enough without them."

She doesn't have a lot of moves. No formal training. Just rage. She doesn't bother to pretend she's not going to hit him. Just jabs and connects with his jaw again, then backs off. "At least, I am."

[OOC: Feel free to beat her up, wrestle her to ground, snarl, whatever. She's looking to get beaten for what she did. Find some release in pain. And maybe sex. *g*]

Camulus barks out a laugh, not even acknowledging the hit. "Maybe I am. You might need some help." He sends a solid blow to her midsection, followed by a quick knee to the jaw. A roundhouse kick to the side sends her all the way to the ground as he bounces back on the balls of his feet, beginning to really enjoy himself.

"This is your one lenient moment," he growls haughtily. "Consider it a gift from . . . well, not your god. You'd never admit to that. Maybe just your better. Get up."

[[OOC: I'm up for the sex. *leer* I've been itching to beat someone up since I found out there isn't a wrestling club here in RL uni. Boo.]]

OOC: OMG, you are so evil. *loves the way you play Camulus*

[[OOC: *blush* Thanks. I wasn't sure how good of a job I was doing. Thanks!]]

OOC: Evil. Pure evil. Janet is going to hate him so much! Which is as it should be. :)

She's in trouble and she knows it.

It's exactly what she came for. Exactly why she called him.

"Frell your leniency," she growls softly. Letting him think her more winded than she is, she rubs at her side.

Then she rises, lunging, and butts her head into his rock-hard stomach, driving them both back to the ground.

[[OOC: I know *nothing* about fighting. *g* My RL spouse is helping me with the choreography. *laughs* I've arranged for some interruption, potentially. Beka's really broken about Cam, but I'd like for them to be able to work it out. So, I hope it happens in time to stop them from the sex. Though... It would be fun *leer*]

(OOC: *duly resolves to interrupt somehow*)

[OOC: The boys may not want to. They may prefer to let her self-destruct. Lee's probably the only one who might try to stop her, but he's pretty busy with Kara. *sigh* Cam-mun is also either gone for the night or seriously annoyed.]

OOC: I think Cam mun has time zone issues too and this is around bedtime? But Janet can wander looking while freaked. As long as you don't mind if she's bilocating from trying to get Cally drunk. ;)

OOC: Cam mun does. Said goodnight awhile back, but don't know that she's actually gone. Anyhow, by all means. Otherwise this is going to go the way of serious serious badness for Cam and Beka. And, while I'm wrangling with her, trying to let her be happy with getting her ass-kicked, she'd probably do it. Have fun with Cally.

OOC: Am trying to talk to Crichton now. Heck, who knows how he feels? But if nothing else, solo!fierce!Janet will happen. :)

OOC: Thanks, love. If it happens, I suppose I'll have to deal.

Camulus lets out a very undignified 'oof' as they both hit the ground, but he didn't let it stun him. As soon as they were down, he rolled, flinging one leg out for support as he ruthlessly pressed his forearm against the back of Beka's neck, mashing her face into the floor. He uses his hips to keep her pinned to the ground, taking a moment to catch his breath as she tries to flail. Almost as an afterthought, he releases the pressure on her neck enough to let her rise before smashing her face down again.

[[OOC: Sorry for the big pause. Some asshat decided to smoke weed in the hall, so the fire alarm went off, so I had to go outside and stand in the pouring rain while the RAs checked the building and turned the alarm off, then come back in, dry off, and find some clean pyjamas. Growl.]]

[[Ergo, not annoyed. Well, not at you.]]

[[Wait. Confused. Is that...argh. Are you BOTH Cam's muns? Or am I just *Really* confused. Sorry - about the rain and all. I was referencing Mitchell's mun *laughs*]

[[Bleh. So confusing. Must stop mentally referring to Camulus as 'Cammy'. Alright, let's go. *needs to take out rage against weed-smoking asshats*]]

When her face hits the ground, she rests there a second. It hurts. A lot. The pain dies back, and she realizes he's straddling her.

Fine. Now they're in her territory. She cants her hips off the ground, grinding her ass into his groin.

[OOC: No problem. Am trying to write stupid-ass lesson plans anyhow. *sighs*]

Camulus mentally winces as he realises her tactic and exactly how his host body is reacting to it. He ignores it for the moment and shifts his position to grab one of her outstretched arms, twisting it around her back. He wanted to cause her pain. Pain would make her stop . . . moving . . . like . . . thaaaaaaaat!

He snarled when he realised that his tactic of ignorance of the situation wasn't working. So he leaned back, waited for Beka to raise her head, and punched her across the face. Hard. In officially referred wrestling, winding up for such a move and using a closed fist was illegal. This brawl, however, had absolutely nothing official about it.

[[OOC: *capers* Favourite move! Crossface!]]

"Frell you, Cammie." She spits a mouthful of blood. Reaching back with her free arm, she claws for anything she can reach. Grabs his arm and tugs, as hard as she can. It's barely enough to set him off balance, but enough to give her more wiggle room.

She tries to roll over, wants to see his face. So she can imagine the other Cam is hitting her. After all, she deserves it. But he's got her trapped. So she resorts to cheaper tactics, more sex, and making little aroused-sounding mews.

[[OOC: *dies* She's so frelled.]

Camulus' eyes were watering. This was an unpleasant situation. In a number of ways. As much as the Goa'uld was enjoying this, his host body was enjoying it more. He pulls away to try to break contact, allowing her to roll over onto her back. At the unsettling sounds coming from her throat, he snarled silently, his eyes flashing, and drew his fist back for a viscious downward swing.

She lets him hit her. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now. Pain explodes in her face. For the thousandth time.

She writhes against him, taking advantage of the Gou'ald's obvious unfamiliarity with his host's body. He doesn't hit her again, yet. Forcing herself up onto her elbows, she winks at him. "Ready for round 2, Cammie?"

He snarls. "I surprised you're still conscious. I prefer my conquests to at least make an impression."

[[OOC: I think we need background music for this brawl. I vote for 'Black Betty']]

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