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Post by Brad White on Aug 12, 2011 12:18:48 GMT -8
OOC: Set after this in the same day. Wooden beams of the bench below him creaked as Brad sat down and looked over the park that he had chosen to go through on the way home after James had driven home from the beach. The sun was starting to set and few people were left in the park, which was good he needed somewhere to sit and think. That girl Leta he had met at the beach had given him a lot to think on. He wanted someone to talk to about what he had decided, someone who could offer advice but not his mum or dad. It didn't take long for him to decide who. Turning in the bench and putting up his feet, he got his phone out of his pocket, and typed in a number before putting the phone to his ear. "Hello Steven Rosett speaking.""It's Brad.""Hey kid, something the matter?""Someone got me thinking about stuff today. Steven I want to learn how to fight but I don't think my mum would ever let me try.""So how can I help?" "I guess I was hoping you could ask her for me and try convince her if she said no.""Look I'll talk with your parents but promise you don't want to learn because your planning to get in some trouble.""Completely the opposite Steven, I swear." "Okay I'll see what I can do, just take care kid." "Will do."The call ended quite quickly, Brad love how Steven seemed to understand he, it was cool when your dad's cousin was closer to your age then your dads.
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Post by Ric on Aug 15, 2011 19:19:27 GMT -8
To get into trouble, or to not get in trouble. That was a stupid question, Ric obviously wanted to get into trouble. Not with the authorities mind you. That would end up poorly, as he'd barely even started to develop himself since coming to the States. No, rather he wanted to get into conflicts with anyone considering themselves gangs. That seemed like a good idea to him, defeat a few guys here and there. Work on his instincts, on his combat tactics, and get a few more lackeys along the way. Why, it seemed like a great idea.
But at this moment, the plan was the furthest thing from his mind as he grabbed the sleeve of a dark black hoodie, pulled the arm towards him and across the owners body, and threw a hard chopping right cross square down into the cheek of the low level gang member. He didn't even know who this kid belonged to, but it had started off as a 3-on-1, and now it had ended with the 1 prevailing. Three unconscious bodies, one adrenaline filed Ric.
Number of Lackeys obtained: 0.
Why? Because unconscious men can't understand orders.
Ric wiped his palms off on his jeans, the thrill of the fight casing his palms to perspire, and walked towards the beaten path, heading out into the main area of the park where lighting was in abundance and the smiles of peaceful people could be seen. He continued along down the path until he noticed a teen lounging on a park bench. Seemed like another gang member by his body language, and Ric's blood started to boil once more.
"Hey!" He announced his presence as he headed towards the boy, in a half jog, his fists already clenched as they lightly pumped back and forth. "You another gang member?" He had to ask this, as he'd been mistaken before with a group of theater workers rehearsing for a play.
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Post by Brad White on Aug 15, 2011 19:32:09 GMT -8
"Hey." The call got Brad attention and caused him sit up quickly. "You another gang member?" The owner of the voice added, as he quickly headed his way. What sort of question was that, it seemed a bit strange.
"No" Brad said loudly in response, he sounded conflicted but it was only due to the confusion the sudden seemingly random question caused him. Flipping the phone the had still been in his hand closed he quickly slide the item in his pocket and stood before the other guy reached him.
It was then Brad noticed the guy clenched fists, nervously he looked around. The guy was a lot taller then him, longer in the legs and probablity of Brad being able to run away didn't seem very likely at all.
"What do you want?" Brad asked trying to sound confident yet not confrontational and failing as he did. This was damn great, the day he started to consider learning to fight, and someone was coming towards him looking as if the only thing on his mind was fighting. Damn blasted irony that was.
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Post by Ric on Aug 15, 2011 20:08:48 GMT -8
'DAMNIT!' He mentally screamed at himself when the boy declined being a hoodlum. That honestly made him depressed, he was still revved up and ready to go, and now he had no excuse to start fighting with this boy.
"Why not?" It almost seemed like the question was a plead, completely sarcastic in an of itself. He honestly wanted the boy to be 'evil' in some way or form. But the closer he got to him, the more he could see that he was a bit pathetic in a way. At least to Ric's eyes. He was short, on the scrawny side. . . Actually, he was very scrawny. The boy needed to eat more. Any fight with him would end in a one sided beating, that seemed sure.
He came to a halt roughly 10 feet from the boy, his eyes showing a bit of depression as he looked him over. His fists unclenched, and the meek sounding question came from the gang-member-be-not. Could this kid even be used as a minion? He didn't think so. There was always a chance, but he seemed like he'd be asthmatic and playing chess all day, rather then training.
"Me? I want one thing over all. You don't seem capable of helping me acheive that." He shook his head, dropping it at the same time. It was a shame, but he didn't even see potential in the shell before him. Moving over to the bench where the boy had so promptly been sitting he turned and slumped down, throwing his frame into the wooden backing as he sat there, slumped back.
"Skinny Lackey, go eat something. Your no more then skin and bones. Can't develop that way." Oh, he was granted a nickname with lackey in it, perhaps he did have potential.
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Post by Brad White on Aug 16, 2011 3:21:35 GMT -8
This guy was a asshole that or he was insane. What gave this guy any right to speak to him in such a derogatory fashion as he had done so. "Don't call me a lackey and don't make comments about my size." Brad said confusion from before turning to anger. People taking the piss out of how short and skinny was one of those things that always made him get annoyed quickly.
Even so Brad tried to reign in his anger before it got the better of him. The guy before him defiantly seemed dangerous to a degree. "and I was sitting there, so kindly move and find yourself another bench elsewhere." Brad added some of the anger had faded and was replace by simple annoyance instead.
As much as he didn't want to start a fight, he refused to back down in the face of someone thinking they could intimidate him, people always underestimated him and thought that he would never stand up to them just because they looked tough.
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Post by Ric on Aug 16, 2011 19:56:37 GMT -8
As the shrimp spoke Ric raised the hand closest to the boy, his fingers and thumb pushed together. In an act of posing as a duck his hand squawked open and closed in time with Brad's piss and vinegar tone. He honestly didn't care what others wanted. He was an ass hole, and people could say he wasn't living in a sane world. That was okay, the sane never have any fun. To the boy, he was doing nothing but criticize, but in his mind he was trying to help him. A healthy growing body needs a certain degree of fat in order to grow, as well as develop properly. Otherwise your left with a sickly figure that doesn't live up to it's potential. No skin off his back if others didn't want to listen.
However, when the boy 'politely' asked him to get off his bench Ric's eyes narrowed slightly, his left brow cocked upward. His head turned to the side while he sat up, turning and looking towards the boy whom, while standing, was the same height as Ric sitting straight up. This seemed like a predicament. Ric had just been disappointed in losing the prospect of prey, and now the boy was chirping at him. Not the size of the dog in a fight, as the saying goes.
"What if I say no? Will you go to another bench?" His tone was condescending, but quizzical at the same time. It was an actual question, but that wasn't to say he'd let it be answered.
"What will you do if I become aggressive? Will you stand your ground, or flee like a coward?" His head was still caulked to the side, his eyes piercing as he stared at the boy.
"Should I stand, will you act first? Do you have the confidence?" He was now starting to raise his voice, the intensity in his eyes growing, almost as though a burning desire had awoken inside of him.
"Well?! What would you do?!" He nearly shouted the last bit out of sheer excitement. This could turn out to be a promising night.
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