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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 26, 2009 12:03:28 GMT -8
(OOC: Sara first)
John avoided most populated areas whenever he could, but he had needed to go shopping and get clothes. That was always what he ended up getting using his inheritance, was clothes. Most of his became torn, bloodstained, and quickly wore from all the fighting and the mutilation. He often considered killing himself, but his mind convinced him otherwise. He wanted to kill the thing he had blamed for his parents murder, and he would get it by any means necessary.
After buying a few jeans and a few new shirts he started walking back toward the exit, coming up on the food court, a childrens play area just by it, and an arcade on the left.
John.....
Go away, we're almost out of here I'll get it---
NOT ANYMORE JOHN, I am more powerful... when I wake up, I need it, and I need it NOW!
John's bag dropped, a sickening feeling in his body as it shifted, two of his cross tattoo's, the ones from both biceps glowed a bright blue, his nails lengthening and sharpening, his canines growing and sharpening. He had to put a hand up against the wall. His eyes, even the whites, became red as he opened his mouth and then... nothing... his mind was completely blank, and he didn't move. He just stood there, motionless against the wall.
(OOC: Strength: 18 Dexterity: 15 Constitution: 30 Intelligence: 12 Wisdom: 9 Charisma: 5)
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 12:36:27 GMT -8
Sara finished the last of her food and stood, grabbing her tray and walking to the garbage. Her eyes again scanned the area unconsciously. She barely realized she was doing it anymore. Seeing no one she knew, and since there was nothing going on, she turned to exit the food court. Normally, she would avoid malls and such, but today was an exception. At least once a month, she made an effort to get out and buy some new things, look around, and just spend time around people.
Walking out of the food court, her jeans swishing along the floor, her hands stuffed into the pockets, she paused before moving into the crowds and did one last quick scan. Her eyes fell on a figure leaning against the wall. It took her a second, but she realized she knew him. Had fought him once. His bags were on the floor and he was just standing there.
It took her a second to realize there was something wrong, and then she wanted to mentally slap herself. It might have something to do with the fangs and red eyes? That was what he looked like the last time they had fought. But for him to be like that in a mall? She debated for a few seconds whether to approach him or not, then realized it was probably better then letting someone else do it.
She walked slowly towards him, waiting to see if he did anything. When she reached him, she spoke. "You really should leave shouldn't you? Get away from this area maybe?" Then she would grab a hold of his arm lightly, and try to tug him away.
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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 26, 2009 12:49:35 GMT -8
(OOC: Strength: 18 Dexterity: 31 Constitution: 30 Intelligence: 11 Wisdom: 8 Charisma: 5)
What she said didn't register, hell, until she touched him nothing registered, and then aggression. A pure unadulterated taste for destruction, she pulled and he lunged at her teeth first for the throat, there was nothing inside of his mind, no thought. No John, no voice, just blank emptiness. A very faint idea and mental thought inside of him, clinging on for dear life, otherwise nothing.
If at any time she didn't maintain a hold on him he would turn toward the childrens play area, and attack one of the kids by aiming to cut them with a swipe of his new sharp nails. But if she maintained a grasp he would begin to wildly slash at her with his free hand, aiming for the face.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 26, 2009 19:17:24 GMT -8
The moment Sara tugged on his arm, all hell broke loose. He threw him self at her, all sharp teeth as he lunged for her neck. She tripped, falling and landing on her back. Quickly, her free hand snapped out to catch his neck, stopping him from being able to bite her. What the hell was wrong with him!?
All around her, people were screaming and jumping out of the way. No one seemed to stop though, instead they hurried on their way, intent on not getting involved with the fight.
She kept her grasp on his arm, knowing full well what his nails were capable of. The problem though, lay in his free hand, which would begin to slash at her.
Seeing no other option, she kept a hold of the first arm she had grabbed and loosened her grip on his neck, and then used her qi the moment his arm came in contact with her. She would not be cut by him, and he would be blasted back. Her grip on his arm though would not loosen, meaning he would be sent up and over like a door opening, to land on his back next to her.
OOC - Posts till next burst - 3 Strength: 75 Dexterity: 124 Constitution: 62 Intelligence: 62 Wisdom: 62 Charisma: 33
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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 26, 2009 20:26:43 GMT -8
(OOC: Strength: 18 Dexterity: 31 Constitution: 30 Intelligence: 10 Wisdom: 7 Charisma: 5)
He was blasted back and around, landing on his back, his mouth still open. The arm she had tugged on twisted at the wrist, the nails going to dig into her arm and break skin. His reason for doing this, well he didn't quite have one other than wanting to be free. He was hoping that her getting cut would cause her to let go of his arm. If it did, he'd once again run for the nearest small child and slash their throat out or simply clutch them by the throat and toss them at Sara.
If she kept her grip he would bring all the nails of his free hand and aim to impale those nails into her chest by rolling toward her for momentum behind the arm.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 28, 2009 14:30:24 GMT -8
Sara felt his wrist twitch and knew he planning something, yet she refused to let go with so many people and children around. From their last fight, she gathered this was some sort of blood lust or something, and she was damned and determined that no one in this mall get hurt besides someone who could take it. Someone like her. Yes, it was odd of Sara to play the hero, but she knew someone had to.
The nails of his hand dug into her skin, drawing blood. She cried out, but it only managed to cause her to tighten her grip on his arm as opposed to let go. He suddenly rolled, and Sara's free hand came up to block, knowing he was probably aiming to use his nails on her again.
He was. His nails came together as he rolled, his arm coming down from above, aimed at her chest. Her free hand moved to block, and the nails stabbed through her palm. She let out a scream of pain as blood dripped from the wound down onto her shirt.
In her pain, she let go of him, pushing him off her with the hand she had grabbed him with, the nails pulled from her palm as she rolled onto her side, clutching her hand to her chest.
OOC - Posts till next burst - 2 Strength: 75 Dexterity: 124
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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 28, 2009 16:15:07 GMT -8
(OOC: Strength: 18 Dexterity: 31 Constitution: 30 Intelligence: 9 Wisdom: 6 Charisma: 5)
She let go and pushed him off....
He had been causing quite a ruckus by now and most people were running and grabbing their kids, loved ones, and trying to find the security for the mall. Of course, Mall Security got freaked out and ran from the scene. John turned to one of the kids who's parents weren't there, abandoned him to go shopping across the store more likely. He lunged out, grabbing the kid by the throat and raising him up high...
His right arm drew back fingers pointed together, he would lunge his arm through the boys stomach unless stopped, aiming to impale the small child and give him a quick death.
What am I.... doing?....
John was slowly losing himself more and more to the void.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 28, 2009 16:45:04 GMT -8
Sara hissed in a breath as she clutched her hand, then pushed herself up when the friggin' nut took off. Knowing wherever he was going couldn't be good, she forced herself to her feet and took off after him at full speed.
This meant she would catch up with him quickly, but not before he had grabbed a little boy by the neck and lifted him into the air. Grabbing a chair from one of the tables as she ran towards him, the cool metal slipping a little in her hand as the blood continued to flow freely, she came up behind him, and slammed the chair down on the back of his head, letting go as her hand flared up in pain.
Without pause she side stepped to the side he was holding the kid with and as he came down, whether he dropped to the floor, or merely hunched over from the force of the chair, she would grab onto his arm he was holding the kid with. One hand grabbed his forearm, and the other drew back, palm open to slam into the back of his elbow, and break his arm.
OOC - Posts till next burst - 1 Strength: 75 Dexterity: 124
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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 28, 2009 18:45:49 GMT -8
(OOC: Strength: 18 Dexterity: 31 Constitution: 30 Intelligence: 8 Wisdom: 5 Charisma: 5)
The girl hit him over the head with a chair, he immediately began to fall forward, his head a bit loopy from the blow, and she caught his arm breaking it with a palm strike. The pain was immense and in his endless rage John cried out, his left hands fingers outstretched in pain as tears constantly streamed from his eyes, his teeth biting into his bottom lip and causing blood to flow down his chin. His right hand forefinger immediately went straight out to try and slice out Sara's right eye. The other fingers weren't wrapped into a fist but rather hanging limp while he did so.
What is this? ..... This isn't Marquise....
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Oct 1, 2009 21:57:58 GMT -8
The moment Sara broke his arm, she was already moving to grab the kid from his slackened fingers. She grabbed the kid by the front of his shirt and practically threw him, pulling him down towards the ground, and at the last second, letting go and throwing him behind her, almost like a bowling ball but going the wrong way. It wouldn't be the most gentle landing, but it wouldn't be to bad. And it would get him away from the freak.
It was a simple matter of throwing up her other arm to block his attempt at scratching out her eye, knocking his arm away from her as he fell. When he finally hit the ground, her foot would slam out to kick his head, as hard as she could in an attempt to finally knock him unconscious.
OOC - Posts till next burst - 0 burst can now be used Strength: 75 Dexterity: 124
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Post by John-Baptiste on Oct 2, 2009 14:19:22 GMT -8
(OOC: Strength: 18 Dexterity: 31 Constitution: 30 Intelligence: 7 Wisdom: 4 Charisma: 5)
John fell, his attack failing as he did so. He looked up in horror as his face was kicked in and he faded into blackness, a darker abyss then what he had just been in, released of his Qi his tattoo's returned, glowing blue at first as they came into appearance, and then going into black. He rested, and for once the voice didn't bother him. He wondered what had just happened and why he couldn't hear the voice during the fight. All it was the entire time was the feeling, the feeling and need for absolute destruction.....
It's gone now.... let go.... it's gone....
John laid knocked out, having been beaten by Sara.
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