Is Don't Talk About Fight Club

[moveslikejaeger]

WHO: Fight Club! And anyone who wants to show up just to watch.
TONE: Roughhousing and Shenanigans
RATING: PG-13 to be safe
WHEN: Saturday Night, October 6
WHERE: Empty Dueling classroom
WHAT: The first meeting of the fight club! There will be teenagers hitting each other with fists, shirtless boys, witty pre-fight banter, and popcorn.
STATUS: [ONGOING] (Tags can be formatted however you like)

Although there were a few bumps and agitated on the way there, Maxim was feeling pretty stoked about the first gathering of the fight club. He almost wished he'd gotten around to setting it up sooner, if only because he'd been feeling pretty antsy lately as it was without Mamma's famous nightly bar fights to indulge in. Not to mention all the weird little verbal fights he'd been getting himself into. Clearly, he really just needed to work all that stuff out! And now he can.

And really, he couldn't have picked a better place to do it, either. The Dueling classroom was already perfectly set up and equipped in case of accidents, all he really needed to do was throw up a few signs, and he was set. One listed a few rules and guidelines (mostly thought up on the fly to appease Greg's worries), and there was a big sign with huge, glittery purple letters that said "These people are not for fighting!" over an area with benches and bowls of popcorn for audience members.

And then there was Maxim, plopped down on the floor, wrapping bandages around his hands as he waited for people to show up. He wasn't shirtless just yet, but he was wearing a plain white tank top and short red gym shorts, his usual cowboy boots traded in for plain, battered sneakers. With hair tied back into a loose ponytail, he was all ready and raring to go!

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[moveslikejaeger]

From the benches, Maxim snickers at Peter's entrance, face split in amusement. This was not the sort of thing he expected to see in club, but as long as the masked fighter was there to have fun and not start trouble, he was okay with it.

"Hey sveethott," he called, flicking his head to get his bangs out of his face. "Hyu vurried about bustink op hyu pritty face?"

[speterman]

Peter turned to look at Maxim before cocking his head to the side slightly and shaking his head no.

Then he stands up straight, looking at the other curiously and shrugging. He wasn't worried about his "pretty face" he was worried about someone recognizing him/judging him. That was worse in his opinion, especially if Bonnie knew about it.

[moveslikejaeger]

Arcing an eyebrow, Maxim pushes himself up and saunters over to Peter, circling him slowly as he sizes him up.

"Hyu must be from Ravenclaw," he murmurs, poking at the other boy's shoulder. "Only hause Hy ken tink ov vhat vould care if zumvun knew dey vas here."

[speterman]

He stays silent through the musing, not giving a single thing away.

Then without warning Peter grabs Maxim's wrist quickly, twisting it until it shouldn't twist any further and yanking him towards himself. He swipes a leg under Maxim as he pulls him closer to knock him off balance and then shove him backwards and away when he deemed balance lost.

[moveslikejaeger]

As Maxim is yanked forward, his other fist automatically swings toward Peter's jaw, which really doesn't do much for his balance. But that's fine, because as soon as he lands, he brings his foot up, aiming a kick at Peter's kneecap.

[speterman]

Peter steps back with the hit, going with the force instead of against it, just narrowly avoiding that kick by taking another step back to recover, because he didn't expect that and ow.

He still stays silent, not making a move to attack the other again.

[moveslikejaeger]

Maxim rolls to his feet as Peter steps back with a laugh and a big cheery grin. "Goot vun! Iz not many pipple who Hy let catch me off guard like dot!"

And then he charges forward, swinging his fist around again.