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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 12, 2008 20:51:46 GMT -8
A crisp wind blew through the area tugging at the dull green trench coat as he walked through the courtyard of his new prison, his new playground, his new school. A small smile began to form on his lips as he thought about everything that had happened to him. It didn't seem that long ago that he was organizing a war in his old school to take down the whole damn system. The memory was as clear as his memories from last night. He remembered standing in the old docks in the rain announcing his plans to anyone that dared show up to his not so secret meeting. He could still hear the roar of their cheers as their wills were shaped as he saw fit, and he remembered the feel of blood against his skin as he began his revolution.
It was only natural that he had to be taken care of. Swiftly and silently they came taking him when he least expected it. Cut off the head and the body will fall. That was the plan and for all he knew it worked. It was quite possible that without him 552 was the same as it always was, but on the other hand it was possible that his followers continued his work and the system that had tormented him and so many was now in ruins.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself at the thought of that. He regretted not being able to see the headmaster's downfall himself but he was able to take comfort in the fact that he was such a threat that he had to be removed.
"God I am bored..." He would say softly as he sidestepped over by the main doors of building one. Taking a spot against one of the walls he would look out across the courtyard scanning the student body. Fights littered the grounds like his old school and like any high school in America there were pockets of students hanging out and talking about this or that. Couples stealing time for themselves before class, and of course the loners that just watched everyone. He would probably fall in that category for now. He didn't consider himself a lone wolf. He preferred to see himself as an Alpha wolf, he was just in between packs right now.
Well in his experience the best way to find a pack and assert yourself as an Alpha wolf was to make the first move and show everyone that you would not be easy pickings. The target was not important really as long as people could see it. Public places were best obviously and this was about as public as it got.
Slowly he would push himself off of the wall and start walking to the center of the courtyard. The first person he ran in to would be his target. As it turned out that person turned out to be a very unlucky freshman. He had been oblivious to Mathew as he was talking to his girlfriend and didn't realize what was happening until Mathew grabbed ahold of his hair yanking upward causing him to let out a small cry in pain as his girlfriend let out a scream and took a step back feeling to afraid to try and help him. It was obvious that she was not a fighter.
Mathew wasn't going to let him situate himself though. This was a demonstration not a fight. Mathew's fist would smash right in to the kids face hard, a sickening snap could be heard as blood gushed from his now broken nose. The girlfriend would let out another scream and the boyfriend would cry out in pain as Mathew launched his fist in to the boy's nose once again suppressing a grin as the screams gathered some attention from those nearby. Now that he had demonstrated that he was not only a fighter but aggressive he was done with the boy, and with a disgusted snort he would shove the weakling at his girlfriend before turning his back to him in order to walk away in the direction of Building #1.
Step one: Complete.
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Post by Aureus on Apr 12, 2008 21:28:34 GMT -8
Aureus had been back at 259 for about a week and it felt like he had never left. A part of him was tired of all the pointless drama, but at the same time it did provide some entertainment. The Senior felt that most of his classes were pointless, and his life was being drained from him with every moment he spent behind a desk. A pen and guitar were some of the only things that grabbed his attention anymore. So what was this smattering of cement, dirt, linoleum, brick, flesh, and bone good for? The people. Love them, hate them.
A shrill scream broke the wall of contentment the schizo had surrounded himself with as his dull, brown eyes raced across the ink remnant of Joseph Heller's soul and mind. A freshmen boy was getting his face pounded in by some angry lookin bloke the teen had never seen before. After that he proceeded towards the building Aureus was sitting against.
With a snap the book was closed and stuffed into Aureus' bookbag. After securing his hat and gloves, the Senior proceeded into the building and stood indiscriminately against a row of lockers. He would watch this boy, and when his guard was down, would spill enough blood to balance that of the first year boy's.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 12, 2008 21:56:34 GMT -8
As soon as his business with the Freshmen was done the boy was out of his mind. He played his role in Mathew's introduction and that was all that he cared about. Entering the building he would let his eyes scan the people as he passed by them. He was a new comer in unknown territory, and if this place was anything like his old school he would have to look out for someone like him. The people that single out transfers and the like to beat them within an inch of their life, it was a fun pass time but he was possibly on the other side of that game now.
He wasn't worried since he was sure he could take whatever this place could throw at him but until he had an idea of the situation here he would try and keep an eye out. If nothing else he could identify the targets he would need to take out in order to propel himself in to a position of power. That was his main goal for now, reach a position of authority so that he could further his own goals when decided what those would be.
Still he didn't think it would take long until he found his targets and took them out. When that happened then the school and the students would be his for the picking. He would grin at that thought as he flicked his bangs to the right as he pondered what he would do when he had control of things here. The question wasn't how or if he would get in to a position of power but rather what he would do with it. Would he start another revolution and try to clean up the system? Or maybe be more like the old gang leaders from home and paint a picture of true mayhem here.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Apr 13, 2008 20:20:22 GMT -8
OOC: ..Alright... Pretty much the first thread I'm going to utilize my character's 'Charisma' in, in regards to NPCs..."Hold on..."*WHACK*---*PUNCH*"I ZAID HOLD ON!"-Catching the punch with his other hand, leaning into give a bad-angled punch of his own at the punk's left cheek. The boy would've been flung back, if the German wasn't holding onto the punk's fist with his left hand. What was surprising to the boy was that the notorious "Jonathan".. "Thrush"... "Unfettered"... "Winters"... whatever he was called nowadays, whoever called him what these days, was looking off towards the center of the courtyard. Originally what was The Lightning Dragon's, Leon Sudeki's self-proclaimed territory. With Leon no longer present (but now far more active in various places of his own choosing), the courtyard had escalated into a usual brawl zone...---But what had caught "Unfettered's" eye, was the the scene of another boy knocking down another. The screaming girl indicated that it was her boy (friend... boyfriend...whatever) that was on the wrong end of the fight. While not uncommon (though more looked down upon), it was more rather how this boy in the distance had performed his feat that caught the German's attention. Someone unfamiliar. And someone, who had suddenly caught the attention of the entire courtyard.
The over-sized punk, though slightly shorter than "Unfettered", gave off the aura of something that the German only recognized in a few people, including himself. A 'Killer-Aura'. Holy shit... A grin came on "Unfettered's" face, as he couldn't decide whether or not he was nervous, scared, excited, overjoyed, or amazingly impressed at himself. He'd found it. He'd finally found it, like it came out, on a silver platter, flowing with blood on a concrete floor---No, wait, that was the poor fellow laying on the ground there. His eye, followed closely, watching as the 'new kid' trod on, towards Building #1. Leaving a mess behind.
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE...
That... that kid was the final piece to the German's final plan. Was there any Enforcers around? A few, but none came out to even try and stop the boy. Why? Where was Mitsuki Park, the school's School Captain?? HAHAHAHAHAHA! All too perfect! Everything, everything was falling into place... But he had to act quickly, yes, very quickly. Just as suddenly, he wiped the grin off his face, suddenly becoming very serious. "Our vight's over..." he said, without even looking at the boy he was brushing up with, letting go of the punk's fist, letting him fall to his knees, catch his breath. "..Zomething dangerous is about to happen.."Crouching down, 'almost' as if a sudden change of heart, he looked at the punk, giving him a brave grin. "..Vell, zorry about starting ze scuffle on ja... Ask someone to take you to ze nurse's."
---Something he'd do on the occasion that was NOT completely unheard of. Start up a fight randomly, beat the kid down, then drag him to the nurse's office (as already plainly stated). Other times, the fights would happen, and he'd join in, stopping them or whatnot. His reputation as a 'bad guy' had been slowly getting distorted, as random acts of kindness and/or justice was slowly getting ebbed in. He'd accomplished 'getting known' already, far before this new kid, but this new kid would undoubtedly generate a fervor far stronger than the German ever could, as a native to Public High School #259.
Walking quickly over to the center of the courtyard, blue jeans, black overcoat, eye-patch with Nazi-symbol on his face covered by his long, white hair... and all the gear underneath his clothing, as well as three canisters... he stood over the bleeding boy, and the crying girl. Getting out a can of Brimstone, he'd drink it, pivot to toss it into a trashcan, he stood still for a moment, as the girl realized the German was there. Then, the effects kicked in, and he let out a huge sigh..."...Jou can carry him to ze Nurse's office?"Surprised, the girl nodded. Smiling quietly to himself, he'd crouch down, propping the boy to his feet, 'til the girl got a handle on him. Crying with a thank you, but no smile (there was of course, a note of suspicion...), she, for a lack of better terms, fled. Now... while most of this was staged, "Unfettered" did feel a genuine part of sympathy... For the fact that he could see both sides of the scenario. But this, after all, was necessary. And there had to be one last sacrifice thrown into the pit, before his plan could begin to blossom...---
Grinning, he grabbed the trashcan, dragging it with him, picking up the lid as he went, following after the new guy.
Finding him wasn't hard. The new guy was already attracting a lot of attention in the hallway. Putting on a serious-ish face, with a mock grin, he eyed the new guy from behind, a distance back of about ten feet."...Oy, you... Learn to clean up after yourzelf, ja? Common courtesy, new guy." the last bit said with an obvious 'grin' in the German's deep voice.
Hands at the ready with his tools ready to attack or defend...
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Post by Aureus on Apr 13, 2008 20:54:21 GMT -8
Oh ho, already a familiar face had sprung onto the scene. Johnathan Winters, as Aureus knew him, but word around the school was his personality had split and stretched more times than a gymnast turning tricks to pay her college tuition. It seemed he too was hungry for the antagonist's blood. This was getting very interesting very fast.
Aureus lifted the bag off his shoulder and sat it down. After a quick scratch to the back of his neck, the Senior's hands patted an anxious beat against the side of his legs.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 14, 2008 9:17:33 GMT -8
Mathew heard the German voice from about ten feet away. He had dealt with the German language before and while he only knew a few words in it himself he could understand the boy's words through the accent. It would cause him to stop with a small grin as he thought about Ark and Faust, the two most prominent examples of German speaking students from 552 and both of them Dragons like him. Turning around to face the boy who addressed him he would cock an eyebrow at him as if asking if he was talking to him.
Mathew simply kept his hands at his sides feeling the itching urge to slide his hands in to his pocket and slip on his brass knuckles. Of course he couldn't do that anymore, all of his weapons had been taken away when he was. HE was lucky that they thought this coat was just a coat. No if this came down to a fight, which was very possible considering the garbage can lid the boy held, then he would have to do it the old fashioned way.
Mathew's response to the boy's words would be simple. He would extend his arm upward balled in to a fist before his middle finger shot up telling the boy what he could do. Mathew's cocky grin never left his face during this. It was a grin of someone used to being the top dog. It was the grin of someone that had no problem doing what needed to be done. It was the grin of the Earth Dragon.
"What are you, the hall monitor or something?" Mathew would say with a snort as he looked over the kid lowering his hand back to his side. "Tell you what. I will continue to do what I want and you can just deal with it? How does that sound." He would ask in a tone that made it quite clear that he intended to do just that even if the boy chose to say otherwise.
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Post by John on Apr 14, 2008 10:04:12 GMT -8
On the other side of Mathew would be another face some may know. Wearing his traditional red long coat, white sleeveless shirt and black pants was non-other than John Ong. His white hair and dark red eyes made him stand out, some would think him an albino, but.... He had rather tan skin.
He had watched the scene from the window and was surprised when this was brought into Building one. This was John's stomping ground, maybe the kid being new didn't know that, either way that Aureus guy seemed to be here, some feet away observing, Winters was here doing his thing with the trash can, kinda reminded him of the fight against Hades.
Now John was standing against the lockers not far off. He figured Winters could handle this considering how much you hear about him fighting around campus. So he would just watch, like Aureus. But he would be ready to stomp this kid if Winters couldn't.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Apr 21, 2008 14:21:05 GMT -8
OOC: I've decided to do this post at school... pardon if its not as long or as detailed.Cirque du Soleil Quietly, silently, just taking it in. Letting the transfer flip him off, letting him grin at the German in the insulting way. He just grinned right through it, as if they were old buddies playing along with the same of pissing each other off like a couple of jocks or whatnot. A grin of someone who had everything to gain and nothing to lose. A very deceptive, bluffing grin, as this was a scenario where everything had to go right---An incredibly delicate situation."What are you, the hall monitor or something?" Grin."...Of a zort..." fingers trembling in excitement and delight. Anxiety, fear... all that sort of mixing emotions. But most of all a sense of conviction. A tongue would quickly fly over his lips: They were dry with his gradually increasing breathing. Taking little notice over the obnoxious laugh the transfer made. "Tell you what. I will continue to do what I want and you can just deal with it? How does that sound." "Ja. Zounds good. I'll deal vith it."
"Sexually."
"=D!?"He would state this in a tone that would make it 'quite' clear (OOC: >_>) what his intentions were, even if the boy chose to say otherwise.---
With his right arm, he swung up the trash can into the air. Cocks Trash flying everywhere. EVERYWHERE. But in this, was a simple distraction, as he'd do a quick follow-up with his left arm, making half a discus throw with the trash-can lid---To the transfer's right side.
In the midst of all of this, with the floor suddenly drastically more slippery/sticky in varying degrees of magnitude, he'd take a second to collect/recover himself, body winding up, before he'd dash towards the transfer, charging directly, pivot-spinning to the left, eye aiming for a slippery potato chip bag, left foot flying up in the air, before he'd crouch down and slide doing an aerial spin (OOC: DO A BARREL ROLL! =D!?) and performing a downward kick with his right foot/ankle at the transfer's shoulder, arms outstretched to gain control over his spinning.
Hit the shoulder? He'd propel himself into the air further, bring about his arms in a windmill like fashion, bringing about his left arm, to the head and/or a right follow-up, also to the head. If he was lucky, he'd bring about his other foot and give a good clean smack against the skull.
A miss? If he came three feet within the ground, his right arm would already be wound up, and he'd punch at the ground, to try to do a backflip in time, to bring out a back-flip kick to the tranfer's head, while retreating away.
...If the transfer caught him/punched him?
Well, we'd have to see how that would turn out...OOC: I'll include a statistic count on my next post.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Apr 22, 2008 23:58:36 GMT -8
The German kid whom Mathew would now dub as Herman the German wasn't the only one that could play with toys. He stood unmoving as he threw the trash can up dumping trash all over the hallway and when he threw the lid to the right side of Mathew his right hand would simply extend and catch it like it was a Frisbee. He felt a small swell of pride having called this situation correctly with it turning in to a fight, and with this many people around in the hallways he wouldn't be surprised if he didn't end up fighting more then one person. After all he was the new comer. For all he knew Herman could be very popular.
He noted that Herman's first choice of attack was an air borne attack. That just made the smirk on his face all the more smug. He had dealt with that before, plus the kid was stupid enough to give Mathew a weapon before the fight even started. Naturally he couldn't stop the kid from coming at him just like the kid couldn't suddenly stop midair like in a cartoon.
Mathew wouldn't dodge or grab the kid, instead he would take the trash can lid that he now held as he crouched slightly before springing his body upwards using that upward thrust and momentum to move under the attacking leg and hopefully bash the kid right in to the nearby wall. Should that work he would follow up by attempting to kick the kid in the ribs while he recovered from the fall. If that didn't happen then he would have to think on his feet and deal with what did happen.
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Post by Aureus on Apr 23, 2008 20:07:35 GMT -8
Scanning the ever forming crowd, Aureus spotted another familiar face, John Ong. The kid had some anger issues(who didn't at that school?) but he was good natured all things considered. The teen flipped his focus back to the impending thrown down. As he watched, Aureus chewed over the situation and the feeling he got from the newbie.
First, he seemed to enjoy hurting people. Second, he craved attention. Third, his smug attitude betrayed his stubbornness. Conclusion: he was a potential danger that needed to be removed. A simple beat down wouldn't do, no, more drastic measures would have to be taken. By this time Winters had thrown the trash about, and the lid at the boy. Igniting his glove for a few moments to get John's attention, Aureus' brown eyes would lock with his, his head would nod towards Mathew, he'd run the side of his hand across his throat, close his hand, and finally point to himself. The message was simple, Help me take him out, but wait for my mark. The teen made sure his intended victim was too distracted to notice, or at least would try to time it as such.
Honestly, Aureus didn't like doing stuff like this, but he knew what happened if you let people like this go unchecked. Granted, he had faith in Johnathan's martial abilities, but if a quicker solution presented itself, you can bet your ass he'd take it.
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Post by John on Apr 24, 2008 18:30:21 GMT -8
John watched as things took off, his eyes working hard to follow both their movements to see what was going on, trying to predict the outcome. It was difficult, but he was also watching the hydrogen around them, to see if he would have an easy burst area if things got out of hand. Thats when he noticed an excess of it off to the side, he turned his eyes off and saw Aureus with his flamming glove, about then it turned off and he gave the signal. He would close his eyes and give a half sly smile as he would push off the wall, and get himself in a better view point, leaning once more so his front was facing the fight, his right leg would bend with his foot planted against the wall, and his arms would fold.
'I guess Aureus seems to have the same destinction as me. This kid is dangerous. We can't let him walk around unchecked.'
John would stay at the ready, dipping into his coat for the can of brimstone he had, just in case. He was sure it would come in handy if need be, but he had promised to completely quit again if he ran out, and he was running low on these cans. He had about 120 cans left, maybe a little more. He was by no means a conservative bastard, but he did remember what happened last time he quit, it was so intense, so painful, he literally combusted into a human inferno, his Qi had exploded beyond anything he was ever able to muster again. Then an idea came to him.
He'd reach his right arm behind his back, and start covering it with his Qi. It wouldn't be obvious looking at him as he kept his face regular with that sly smile. And his elbow wasn't shaking, but his fore arm and down was fully flexed, trying to pull the hydrogen in from the area. He would use his other hand and reach behind the can of brimstone for the sun glasses that where emntioned in Jyo's diary. Because of their similer Qi activations Jyo said it would be wise to hide the glow behind sunglasses, so he did so. Opening his eyes behind the sunglasses it would look like they where normal. This way he would be able to see the signal.
His blood vessels where bulging like crazy on his arm. He was layering this one as much as possible, there was going to be a nice boom when this fight gets.... Blown way out of proportion.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Apr 27, 2008 20:53:10 GMT -8
OOC: >_> Actually, the trash can lid and the flying trash was meant to be a distraction, in case that was misinterpreted, but I can totally see how you character might just reach to his left and grab onto it. As well as how, since your character is a seasoned person, would not get distracted by the falling debris.The Ideal Win-Win The trash can was grabbed so easily, "Unfettered's" eye could barely keep up, as the attack came from below so easily. Thankfully, "Unfettered" was using his arms this whole time to adjust his movements, but that didn't mean he'd be fast enough to avoid a hit. Just anticipate.
Back in the air again... Doing a complete reversal of the downward strike, it was almost comical, though definetely pathetic, if anything else. And let's not forget the sudden loss of living cells in his right leg. But flailing his arms, he landed on his left knee, crouching, his right leg behind him, hands, fingers at the floor, propping himself up, after 'vaguely' absorbing the attack with ill effect---*BANG*---
No time to celebrate in his small victory. "Unfettered" quickly grabbed onto the leg, kicking into his 'ribs'. 'Surprised!?' =D!? his expression was full of glee, as he hefted his entire body onto the transfer's leg, basically straddling it in midair, as he wrapped his entire, long body about it. This was where things would get interesting.
His thighs were about the transfer's thighs, wrapped in a cross-legged position, his arms pulling upward from the back of the shin bone, at the fibula. See if this guy drank his milk everyday, as he pressed with both his knees against the punk's knee.
Was this the smartest (Read: Safest) thing to do? No.
Unorthodox? Maybe a smidgen. It was this array of odd and varying tactics that he hoped to take care of this punk, even if he had to exert excessive energy to do it.
...Granted, he opened himself up to back attacks like hell, but if he could get one leg down..."Kekekekekeke..."Perhaps the fight wasn't going as he wanted it... But the whole deal by itself? Perfectly, like fine silk, running up his superiorly-engineered German ass.OOC Notes: "Unfettered's" 'Poseidon's Chest Plate' Has Completely Absorbed 1/2 Hits!
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 1, 2008 19:02:26 GMT -8
Now things get interesting.
He thought to himself, a grin creeping across his face when the German known to Mathew as Herman wrapped his body around his leg. Mathew assumed that the point of this would lead to Mathew breaking a leg. This would certainly present a problem if it happened which meant that Mathew needed to get him off of his leg before he could. That left him with two options.
Option #1: Do something simple with the aim of getting him to let go of the leg from pain or to defend himself from injury.
Option #2: Do some elaborate move that would do the same thing as Option #1.
In the end Mathew would decide to go with the first option feeling that simplicity would be the most effective way to go about this. It was with this in mind that when he felt the German latch on to his leg he would kick forward in to the wall as hard as he could with the German on his leg. The aim of this was that as his leg went through the wall of the building the boy's body would absorb most of the impact and the pain and impact would shock him enough that Mathew's leg would become free. If he still held on then he would have to go from there.
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Post by Aureus on May 3, 2008 13:11:36 GMT -8
Aureus could only chuckle to himself after seeing Johnathan's untraditional tactic. There was never a dull moment with that guy around, sure he might've been a little nuttier than most people, but the Senior liked him. What he liked even more, however, was the newcomer's reaction to it. It was the best opening he could ask for. With the kid's leg in the wall it'd be hard for him to dodge a surprise attack and his balance would be shot.
Quickly the schizo took of his hat and tossed it to some girl. "Hold that for me, love." And with that Aureus ignited his glove to signal John and charged full speed towards the transfer student. He'd go with a quick punch to the spine. It was times like these that he really appreciated his flaming, studded gloves.
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Post by John on May 6, 2008 17:47:19 GMT -8
John would stop leaning against the wall as Aureus attacked. John would wait just another second or two so Aureus would be a distraction worth it. John had an idea that it wouldn't catch the guy too off guard, but if John attacked right after Aureus had got his attention, then he would be less likely to be noticed. He charged his arm up a bit more and then flew at Mathew, when Aureus attack was within range, this way as soon as Aureus's attack would hit, John would be half there. He'd pull his arm from behind his back, his arm completely in flame from elbow down, he would slam his fist somewhere into Mathew's upper body.
'Go down!'
John's fist, if impacting against Mathew would explode in a nice little puff cloud of fire from the spot, with a good amount of force. (+6 Str for that punch) John would have a huge smile on his face as the explosion would erupt from the point. His hopes where that Aureus and himself attacking like that would bring this guy down just like that, and in John's pride filled brain, thats how it was going to happen.
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