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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 7, 2010 19:47:04 GMT -8
Gilgamesh walked downtown and felt alive to be back and running in the old town he once called home. Seeing people laughing and playing and stuff. He yawned abit and took out a small can of pop and drank it. He kept walking.
Each step he could hear in his head.. Click.. clack.. Click.. Clack.
He stopped and looked around. People.. people...
He rubbed his chin and looked up and smiled.
"A good right might do the body good."
gilgamesh grabbed a pipe on a wall and pulled himself up he climbed up on the blocks and kept going untill he hit the top and looked down at the street a few people were looking at him and Gilgamesh shrugged and sat down.
He didn't like alot of people looking at him, made him uneasy.
He coughed and laid on the top of the building and closes his eyes for a bit and yawned.
"ahh... I think this will be a good day.."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 9, 2010 3:09:44 GMT -8
SURELY NOTHING COULD EVER GO WRONG WITH TODAY It was a normal day.
Somewhat.
The German was about on the sidewalks of Long Beach, wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, his non-offending eye-patch, and a little something to keep his hair tied back into a pony-tail, just noticing the people. Yes, seeing the people "laughing" and "playing" and "stuff."
No, to be quite honest, that was rather disturbing.
Oh sure, if people were traveling with their group of friends while cracking jokes, expelling a stunted giggle or something every now and then, that would be perfectly fine. Perfectly fine versus walking down the streets while people were apparently laughing their HEADS OFF at what the German could only assume to be nothing at all. Insinuating that they were crazy and by that stigma that there were a lot of stereotypical homeless people walking around. It was a wonder that California had such terrible placement of its homeless shelters and with such high standards for homeless people.
Yes, kids playing was nice and expected of. But long beach was a town. Typically, kids of these suburbs couldn't pull what Bill Watterson's "Calvin & Hobbes" could pull off and mess around in a park with no sign of street life. No, the standard for today's children was a heavy increase in playing inside, getting into scuffles, or keeping a little more isolated into their parent's houses. The sheer magnitude of these kids that were playing on not just the sidewalks, but the streets led to several close calls with some cars---to which, the homeless people only appeared to laugh more at. If the German didn't have some inkling of conscious to himself, he might have actually found reason to join the bums for a while.
For everything else, "Unfettered" ignored the prostitutes, the various open displays of affection that couples were having, and some other suggestive "stuff" that people were partaking in.
Long Beach had become mildly strange. Though, with the earthquake, the Correctional Facility breakouts and all the nonsense of earlier this year, it was a wonder that the German himself had any sense of normality. These were not exactly safe times, but then things were not exactly happening either putting everything in a curious state of limbo.
Perhaps it was all of these observations that caused "Unfettered's" gait to stoop down into a hunched over look with his hands in his pockets as his eyes' view married the sidewalk. That was, until the laughter of the homeless was aimed skyward, to which some people even crowded.
...Why was there someone just... just laying down there, at the edge of the top of the building? The German could only assume that this fellow was trying to get some attention, not afraid of some people calling the police on him. Possibly a trouble maker who had some fighting skill, who wasn't afraid of federal authorities.
Meh.
Any other time when none of this lunacy was going on and "Unfettered" would have let it pass. On the contrary, the German walked right up to the side of the building and began to rip out bricks, much to the passersby' shock, which gave cause for the small crowd below to scatter slightly, or at least expand.
The German paid no heed to it, his mind was already set. After all, it only felt logical.
So, logically, the German walked over to a better angle on the sidewalk and began to throw bricks at the person, one-handed.
Would he stop?
Nah. At least not until he ran out of bricks to throw. And the bricks that missed and fell back down (and even broke) could be re-used.
Harmless enough.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 9, 2010 4:10:21 GMT -8
Gilgamesh felt something wooosh by him.
he decided to get up and saw that bricks were flying up wards and the crowd down on the ground was running. Wait what? He looked onto to the side walk and saw someone riping bricks out and throwing them at him....
BRICKS!?
Gilgamesh either concider jumping down or staying up on the building.
he looked around and saw a brick coming right for him.
"awwwwwwwe cra-"
BONK!
The now bewilderd Gilgamesh would fall off the building and land on the ground on a pedestrian that was walking by.
ow..
Gilgamesh would have to spend some time getting up and shake his head abit to get the feeling back into it. He grabbed a small oart of his jacket to stop the bleeding to allow him to continue on going.
the only thing now was.. Who was throwing it again?...
RIGHT eye patch man. he turned to his.. Brick throwing attacker..
HAHA! Brick!
Wait what?
"What the hell is going on?" He said walking over keeping his distance from the bricks.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 10, 2010 15:20:59 GMT -8
The Makings Of An Amusing Day So.
One of the German's bricks did happen to hit the boy---who fell forward.
On top of a person.
From several stories.
Yes.
In light of this new spectacle, the German refrained from throwing bricks, only to watch as Roof Sitter casually got up, minor injuries and all. Given the light of how relatively well off Roof Sitter got up, "Unfettered" concluded: Public High School #259er.
The person Roof Sitter fell on? Not so lucky. Already several cell phones were whipped out, as people got ready to call 911.
This was solved by several bricks being thrown into their faces, back of their heads, etcetera. Granted, the poor victim who caught Roof Sitter's fall probably needed every second to count for him, but like heck he was going to let Roof Sitter and himself get compromised for it. No. Not yet.
He wasn't done throwing bricks at the fellow yet."What the hell is going on?" The German raised his brow, tilting his head to the left, silently appraising Roof Sitter, subtly revealing his normal eye-patch without even thinking about it. Admittedly, "Unfettered" was confused because this fellow was still walking over to him... but staying away from the bricks. ...Which was amusing, because the second step the fellow took was welcomed with another brick thrown in his direction.
And another.
And another.
And another...
Granted, the German felt no ill-will, hence his rather stoic, unconcerned look on his face for the boy. However, he had begun throwing bricks and he would not stop until he had thrown the seven that still were gathered in his arms. Why?
Eh.
He wasn't quite certain the fellow warranted an answer to his question just yet. If he asked again... maybe. Maybe.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 10, 2010 15:40:29 GMT -8
Gilgamesh noted his full on rock throwing and started to get out of the way of them, moving left and right to get out of the way.
This was getting to be a work out..
BRICKS!!!
He kept dodging as he was throwing and noted that he kept throwing bricks from his arms and just kept going.
And going..
And going...
This must have been a 259er..
Or someone who had graduated from there.
Oh well either way this could prove to be interesting. though Gilgamesh was still wanting to know what this man was doing, throwing bricks around at people randomly... Or it could have been because he ran up the wall. He though about it for abit and maybe.. just maybe.
He kept thinking about it and he grabbed a brick and would throw it right back at the Thrower of bricks.
"So, why are you throwing bricks at me?" He asked politly. Just to see if he could get a word out of this man.
(>.>.... Mikey, you are Teh Brick man xD We need to post with eachother more often >.>)
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 10, 2010 16:53:44 GMT -8
This Thread Is Mildly Ridiculous Yes. So, this fellow was still just weaving in and out of the bricks, getting closer and closer. Having initially instigated this (arguably), "Unfettered" pondered on the reaction of someone else who was being advanced upon. Granted it took much adjustment to aim at someone who was going closer and archers typically skirmished further away before firing again at their pursuers.
The German, however, did not.
He just kept throwing.
Apparently, however, Roof Sitter had caught onto his current throwing style and skillfully shot out his hand to grab one in mid-air, without injuring himself. ...And then threw it back at "Unfettered."
---Who threw his last brick, shot out his hand in a redirected manner and caught the brick---"So, why are you throwing bricks at me?" ---throwing the brick back at the fellow."..."
"Meh."Depending on if Roof Sitter caught the brick and threw it back, dodged it or whatever, "Unfettered" would react accordingly, but would keep talking in his normal, controlled voice."This iz mein intepretation of you, portraying how discreet being on top of a building iz."...Finding one last brick in his pocket, he'd use it accordingly and by default throw it at Roof Sitter's face."Name iz 'Unfettered,' by ze vay."
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 10, 2010 17:08:13 GMT -8
No reason?
....
Oh to show the Gil wasn't being very... Secerative about what he was doing. He scratched the back of his head.
Wait.. Unfettered?..
.... Weirdest... Name... Ever....
Well... Unless your name is some very weird name like Oribabalajala...
Gilgamesh was about to speak untill one last brick came at him and he caught it before it hit his fast.
"Alright 'Unfettered'" He said with a smug tone. "I'm Gilgamesh." He put out a hand to shake.
"Never met you at all.. Or seen you at all. You a 259er?" He tilted his head abit as he asked and didn't expect much from this.
But then again.. He could possibly attack at anytime. Which would be understandable. Most kids at 259 attack on site.. Cept the level headed ones who could actualy thing.
... Was this guy German?... Sweet accent.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 10, 2010 19:45:00 GMT -8
On Proper Timing One hand caught the brick, the other extended out for a friendly handshake of greeting."Alright 'Unfettered,' I'm Gilgamesh." Gilgamesh. Equating to the fellow who was extending out his hand with a brick in the other. Oh yes, nothing suspicious about that at all. Possibly self-defensive (granted, Gilg here had every right to feel erred), but the German still rose his brow in a curiously concerned manner as he warily considered Gilgamesh."Never met you at all.. Or seen you at all. You a 259er?" For five seconds, the German let the boy wait, as his eye looked up and down, "Unfettered's" hands wrapped about his elbows. For a fellow who had been letting bricks be thrown at him for the last few minutes, he was surprisingly amiable and smug.
There was a lack of subtlety here in both the fellow's demeanor and his questions.
Five seconds.
In what could be perceived as a sudden appraisal of trust, the German extended out his own hand, giving Gilgamesh quite the handshaking, a bemused smile on his face."Charmed."
"I'll leave zat to your determination," finally letting go after another pre-planned three seconds, with a tilt of his head---towards the alley. "Though... I suggest that we leave the premises before the police arrive, and our schools of origin become a lesser priority."...Subtly suggesting in body languagethat they vacate themselves to either the alley or what could be perceived as virtually anywhere that Gilgamesh wanted to go. Preferably now.
Indeed."People around here have such odd names, i've noticed. Is that a nickname?" So much relevancy.
From the basic gist of what he could remember... Gilgamesh was some sort of... Mesopotamian creature? Befriended... whatshisface. Or else some other sort.
Priorities, though.
"Unfettered" took the time, in this need of haste, to pocket his hands and shrug, the bemused look on his face still there, as if to say 'So then, good sir? Where to?';3
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 10, 2010 20:03:00 GMT -8
Gilgamesh listened to him and thought about for abit..
He must.. he has to be from 259..
He shook his head and looked around and looked around.
Unfettered gave the Idea to leave and Gilgamesh looked around.
The cops?
Shit not again!
Gil looked around and then started to casualy walk away so they wouldn't spur anything once the cops got there.
Gil turned the Corner and kept walking.
was he from 259? he must have been.. It was one of the only schools neer by.. Stop thinking about it and maybe he will give it out.
Gilgamesh shook his head again and kept walking. He put his hands behind his head while he was walking.
he kept an eye on 'Unfettered' and kept walking. He sighed and didn't stop at all.
"so.. 'Unfettered.." He went on. "What do you have planed for the day?" he said with a laugh.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 11, 2010 20:39:17 GMT -8
So Much Abuse The hint had been taken. Very well, might the German add. So well, that Gilgamesh had begun walking (seemingly) not checking to see if "Unfettered" was keeping in pace with him. Letting Gilg (it was so much easier to think and say his name this way) go five steps without him, the German finally began to walk after him, hands in his pockets for warmth and his own feeling of ease."so.. 'Unfettered.. What do you have planed for the day?" Even as they were turning the corner, Gilgamesh didn't stop walking. Apparently he had some bad run-ins, he very "respectful" of the police, or something. The German mulled over his words as he kept mostly quiet, thinking over Gilgamesh's characteristics, his carefree laugh... the nature of the question."Throwing brickz at people on ze roof." A smart-ass retort from the German, but in good nature.
Taking a few exaggerated steps to catch up to Gilgamesh, he took his hands out of his pockets and folded them over his chest, looking right on back at Gilg without batting an eye."...Or spending time vith individuals to scout for appropriate persons for my... interest."
"...Or cause.~"...Alluding to...? OOC: If you're cool with it, may introduce an aggressive NPC soon. If you accept, he'll come within the next two posts.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 12, 2010 17:34:43 GMT -8
OoC: YAY ASSKICKING!!! No worries.)
Gilgamesh gave a small laugh to his rooftop remark and sighed.
"Oh yeah, I got that one straight.."
He kept walking, his hands behind his head as he moved forward into a park that was a while away. He looked up and around as he stopped for a second to check his bag for a drink.
his intrest? What kind of man would have some intrest in something... uh oh he crossed his arms. He was curious about what he was going to do. Or wanted to do. Gilgamesh looked down at his shoes and noted the whole street, sidewalk to road. just the little things.
He sighed and looked around abit more. nothing was going on really, besides the
He took out a bottle of water and started to walk while taking a drink.
"so, what is your 'Idea' of yours?"
He asked, he was curious. What was his plans? i mean..
David Blaze, the school captain who was said to be the strongest was MIA.. but nothing was really happening like gilgamesh could have seen in any books.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 13, 2010 23:21:41 GMT -8
WHAT IS IT, DOC!? "Oh yeah, I got that one straight.." Hm.
An interesting walk to the park that was a while away from the incident by the alley, far enough to state that the only thing the German had gotten to note was that Gilg's sense of humor was forgiving. Incredibly forgiving. There were many individuals that would just sit around minding their own business and then suddenly "open up a can of whoop-ass to the next honky who fucked wit' 'em wrong."
"Unfettered" had to be frank:
Gilgamesh had no issue going to the top of a roof with people staring at him.
A lacking sense of privacy?
Gilgamesh, after immediate shock and receiving an answer, was perfectly fine with the fact that "Unfettered" was throwing G**D***ED BRICKS AT HIM just moments prior.
Gilgamesh asked "Unfettered" what to do.
...
Bricks are hard. Bricks are hard as f***. Right now, as interested as the German was, "Unfettered's" mind was simply blown."so, what is your 'Idea' of yours?" "Unfettered" was standing there, hands in his pockets, staring (a) holes (forgetting he was missing one of his eyes out of habit), his face completely busy on other thoughts for a good additional three seconds---"---Hm? Hm. Mm. Well---""BOYS. BOYS." "I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO TELL YOU." ...
The German took the time to turn around. He felt the need to prompt himself to step to the side, standing beside the sitting Gilg. Before the two of them stood an old man in his early fifties or seventies. The old man had on what appeared to be a yellow jacket, a red plaid shit, blue jeans, blue sneakers, and a receding hair line.
Clearly, this old man was homeless."...Ja?"..."BOYS. BOYS." "I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO TELL YOU." ...
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Looking to the side, "Unfettered" cast a look at Gilg."I think---""BOYS. BOYS." "I'M GOING TO BEAT THE F***ING SHIT OUT OF YOU." The German promptly ducked underneath the old man's round-house kick that would destroy the bench in an instant. Amending his previous stereotype, "Unfettered" now concluded that the old man was both clearly homeless as well as addicted to steroids.
Naw, just kidding.
"Unfettered" got kicked several yards down onto the grass of the park. Face first. Name:
Qi: Unknown
Statistics:
- Strength: 45
- Dexterity: 40
- Constitution: 35
- Intelligence: 50
- Wisdom: 45
- Charisma: 60
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 14, 2010 18:53:04 GMT -8
(OoC:.... Mikey.. STOP MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARD!
I love it ^.^..)
Gilgamesh heard this guy say that he something to say about it..
... Important? Gilgamesh gave a non brick crap about it.
.....
He was more intent on figuring out on what Fettered wanted to do. He sighed and heard the..
"I'M GOING TO BEAT THE F***ING SHIT OUT OF YOU."
... Wait what? Gilgamesh noted that 'Unfettered got sent flying by the roundhouse kick..
"Oh shit... That doesn't look good." He turned the the obviously homeless man that was now looking at Gilgamesh as Gilgamesh would go in and go for a left hook in the guys kidney. This would be interesting to see.
Gilgamesh would follow up with his kidney punch with his own roundhouse kick to the guys side of the head.
Given that this will work Gilgamesh would take the time to head over to Unfettered and stick near it.
"So.. Whats our tactic for this man?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 17, 2010 19:00:27 GMT -8
OOC: So, um, mandatory apologies on my end. >_>;;; Even more apologies if this turns out as short as I predict it will. HOWEVER, I hope our lulz shall continue, good sir!
GREAT SCOTT! Gilgamesh's words would be lost on the recovering "Unfettered," who couldn't breathe for the moment.
Meanwhile, the homeless person who had just lowered down his leg from the round house kick adeptly stepped to the left, his palm out to block the kidney punch with the palm of his hand. That same arm would then shoot up, the elbow still crooked at a ninety-degree angle before shifting to the left to deflect the round-house kick to his face. However, he would then back away. The strange, amused smile on his face hadn't gone away, though, as he suddenly looked up, distracted."BOYS. BOYS." "I WONDER WHAT'S FOR DINNER?" ...If Gilgamesh still chose to, he would still be given a chance to run over to "Unfettered" as the old man looked around, incredibly amused by this surprisingly "vital" question."So.. Whats our tactic for this man?" Nose full of dirty, the German began to cough, as he slowly pushed himself up, thoroughly still winded. He didn't know how Gilgamesh had dodged that fast kick from the old man, but it at least appeared that Gilg was still battle-ready and unscathed.
Good.
Barely on his knees while the strange old man looked about randomly, the same stupid smile on his face, the German looked back at Gil. There was a grimace on his face."...Ve need to run. We're in a park und chances are zis is his home turf."...Slowly using his arms to push himself up, the German suddenly doubled over again, coughing up blood. His arms wrapped about his stomach, as if he could soothe the pain that way, though it was more of a mental matter. Regardless, the German attempted to regain his composure, erecting his back again...
This old man was too strong, too fast. Too... everything. They needed an advantaged if they were going to beat him down.
...Hehe... beating up old people...
A look to the left, a look to the right---and none too soon. The old man was just getting out of his daze and was slowly beginning to walk towards them."Ffu....---On ze count of three, duck towards me. Don't look around," he whispered in an undertone. "Zen, run.""BOYS. BOYS..." "Eins..."
"Zwei..."
"THREE!" OOC: Sorry, didn't give you much to work with, I don't believe... >_<;---It'll get more exciting soon enough.
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Jul 18, 2010 9:11:52 GMT -8
Gilgamesh kept his distance from the Old Man that was surprisingly fast and strong..
This was not going to end well. Gilgamesh looked around and listened to 'Unfettered'.
"Run? yeah that sounds like a good Idea right about now."
He kept an eye on 'Unfettered'. He took a nice hit to give Gil the time he needed to get a few shots off to daze him which had worked... barely.
He heard the plan through of running and he looked around of where to run too..
Maybe the school?..
no that can't be it.. down town?... no... It's got to be somewhere.. Oh well.
God damn that German... The accent.. The face... He liked this guy already.
Eins... Must be German for one...
Zwei... 2 for German...l
Oh he better not say three in Ger-
THREE!....
Gilgamesh would Run towards 'Unfettered' if he started and would Run full tilt that he could untill he was away from this.. Crazy Sweaty toothed madman..
"Damn that guy could really use a mint..." That was an understatement.
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