Rai Hill
Rai was content to let himself become locked in stand-off, but the red-head seemed either impatient or nervous. And he hadn't seemed to grasp what Rai was trying to tell him. Oh well. His loss. Rai didn't give a crap whether they thought he was mute or just an annoyingly superior bastard who refused to talk. He was both, and proud of it. Except for, he wasn't annoying, His actions were always justified, and anyone who didn't like it would just have to get over themselves. Because Rai always knew what he was doing, and he did it for a reason. Oh, yes he did. The absolute pinnacle of genus. Genosity? No that wasn't a word. Oh well, it sounded cool. It'd have to do. No matter if it wasn't a true word or not. Rai would have to fix that at some point. '
The dark hair young man, his breath still coming in long gasps from his run, studied the other three for a long second. His hair was no longer flyaway, but still clung to his sweaty face. His porcelain features were flushed still, and his pale eyes sparked with amusement at the situation. He was the foreign element here, to these three. The red-head would most likely move to protect his little blonde toy, and the blue haired boy seemed smart enough. Or at least, smart enough not to dive head first into a fight without knowing what he was up against. Rai gauged his possibility of triumph in a fight. Looking at it logically he had a three of five, but if he factored in strength and the three unknown factors, the odds weren't pretty. Unless the red-head and the bluenette weren't exactly on the same-
Rai's calculations were cut off by the red-head taking a step forward. Warily he stared at the young man, lifting an eyebrow. He watched the other open his mouth, a commanding look on his face, as if he was going to order Rai around. Like that'd happen, Rai thought derisively in the second before an extremely loud noise rent the air. The boy flinched, ducking his head as if the sound was a dagger headed straight for the space between his eyes. He noted that the red-head, still in his field of vision, did the same.
The pale boy's throat bobbed slightly as he let out a small silent yelp of surprise, the 'vocal' reaction a bit late. He forced himself to stand straight again, his body bent slightly still under the force of the loud painful noise. His body was angled away from the bluenette now, but he could see the red-head and the blonde boy clearly. The little one was on the ground, and there was blood.
The boy's throat convulsed with revulsion. No, he wasn't afraid of blood, it just... disgusted him. His mouth curved down in a frown and he looked away, choosing instead to stare at the ceiling in an attempt to see where the sound was emanating from. His body was still draped up against the door, the support really the only thing keeping him upright. The run and the previous exhaustion were really taking their toll on him. When the red-head, carrying his little blonde trinket, approached him, giving him a look that plainly told him to 'move it or lose it'. He started blankly at the unsymmetrical face, with its mismatched eyes, for a moment before stumbling out of the way, not turning his back on the other boy, but trying to keep his distance from the blood.
That was a a bad idea. His back hit a tall wooden cabinet in the corner, the force with which his body hit it, coupled with the angle, rocked it forward enough that it nearly over-balanced. To save face, Rai helped it fall the rest of the way. It had already been unsteady, as the top was fuller than the bottom, and it crashed to the floor. Rai took a step back from it, leaning heavily on the wall, to avoid it hitting him. Then he smirked at it. He totally meant to do that. Destruction of property was his middle name. Revenge and all that rot. He ran a hand through his hair, unsticking the strands from his face.
Yeah, he was totally cool.