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Post by The New Student Dean on Aug 19, 2007 20:07:37 GMT -8
Previously, On Caravan Consternation: Prequel--- Men crashed in, lightning fast. Obviously having planned this out for a long time. A VERY long time. Glass initially blasted forward, but then, started blowing out of the now blasted-open windows, cutting up anyone who happened to still be in the way. Three men in particular, towards the back, immediately went for "Alter Mann"..."Oh-HO! Get vat you PAY FOR, EH!?"---
*BLAM!* *BLAM!* *BLAM!*---
...They didn't waste any time shooting him."..Do ve need him?""Nyett. Finish him."*Click*
*Click*
.."Vat za...!?""..Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
"HYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"His hand suddenly rushed forward. Towards the man's face. Blood pouring down his front, but it appeared as though he didn't even notice it. Various fighters tried to shoot their guns... but no one seemed to be able to..."VAT ZE HELL!?---GAAAARRRRFCCKKZZZ----!!!"Mask crushed. Face crushed. The old man whirled about. An fighter dropped his weapon, and rushed at him.."FIST OF THE BEAST KING!"Crushing into the old man's face.. whatever power was supposed to surge into it?.. Well... it appeared to have no effect."..Suprised...?" he whispered, though his nose was bleeding out a bit somewhat. Tongue licking at it, with a bit of tenaciousness. A suddenly choking aura making itself apparent..."..I am.. after all... ZE "ALTER MANN"... ALL OF YOUR CHILDISH TRICKS ARE USELESS... FOR YOU FACE.. 'OBLIVION!'"No Qi?
Items wouldn't work!?
WHAT KIND OF MONSTER WAS HE!?
Three men rushed at him, as the Old Man laughed, pushing him out the window, where he seemingly carelessly grabbed hold of a rope dangling, pulling himself up. More clunks were heard overhead, the rest of the fighters determined to make up for this embarrassment, as they looked at the other students. The clunking noises continued overhead, but appeared to be growing distant, as the people chasing after "Alter Mann"... seemed to be running. How? Well... considering the extra weight on their shoes, there appeared to be some sort of... magnetized thing going on here. But who're we to talk about physics?
Regardless, the fighters
This was going to be a LONG... ride...
---Strange beeping noises were heard underneath now..
And "Alter Mann" did not reappear. Defeated?... IMPORTANT INFORMATION:
-Foreign Fighters: These are men of all 18 & up, trained in various arts of fighting from around the world, comprised of nearly every ethnicity. French, Canadian, German, Irish, Mexican... you name it. As such... and equipped with various blunt objects, it appears that there is no one else with any guns (seeing as how the faculty are the main targets here...). A reason to be kept alive? Perhaps... They are rather fluent speakers of multiple languages though... and are very tricky, may even try to 'pretend' to fight alongside you, 'pretend' to be sympathetic... DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE FOREIGN FIGHTERS! [You Roleplay Fighting Them] [Statistics: Strength: 45, Dexterity: 40, Constitution: 55, Intelligence: 50, Wisdom: 40, Charisma: 60] [Foreign Fighter Count: 10]
-Eating: Unless you have RPed eating, you get a -50% deduction to your Constitution! For ten posts, at which point your adrenaline will naturally keep you up to fighting strength!
-Poison Food: If you have eaten ANY food offered on the train ride... you get -25% of your strength deducted for five posts! After which, you shall vomit it out, and feel better.
-Poison Drink: If you have drunk ANY liquids offered on the train ride... you get -25% of your speed deducted for five posts! After which, you shall vomit it out, and feel better.
-Oblivion: These fighters can't use their guns or Qi. Sadly, neither can you. Can you overcome this handicap!? [ALL QI'S AND ITEM EFFECTS ARE NEGATED HERE!]
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Post by Keith on Aug 20, 2007 14:21:30 GMT -8
Ahhhhhhhh... That felt good...
**ZIP**
Keith had done taking a very long piss after drinking that 1 and 1/2 liter bottle. Then he went to wash his "gloves". Yes, Keith didn't take his gloves off when he went to take a long piss. Luckily, he didn't shock or burn himself yet.
Before he could step out, there was a clunking sound that was faint but it had gotten louder and louder. Keith raised a brow at the sounds of that sound.
What's that sound?
The clunking sound got extremely louder and louder followed by a violent rumbling sound. Keith wasn't feeling well as he felt a bit groggy from breakfast, drinking that large soda, sitting on his ass, and having to fucking wake up early in the morning for this damn field trip.
Why is the car rumbling?
Could it be an earthquake? For a moment, Keith assumed the rumbling was the result of an earthquake and took the floor and curled up for protection.
Keith wasn't in hearing range so he couldn't hear the talking that was going on.
Instead there was a large boom. Possibly in an explosion.
SHIT!
It had to be a fucking violent earthquake. There was the rumbling and the explosion.
Keith was wrong as there were loud war cries along with the rumbling of gunfire.
Gunfire?!
Keith would remain as the gunfire would clear. Then it was silent followed by another explosion.
What the fuck is going on?!
Now the car Keith was in rumbled like crazy. It was all fucking insane. What the fuck was going on?! Was it some sort of terrorist attack?
Looks like Homeland Security wasn't doing a damn good job of making sure trains don't get attacked. It felt like the Madrid Train Bombing of 2004. But Keith didn't feel like being a victim.
The train was getting faster.
It's getting faster...
Were the hijackers going to crash the train into something? It wouldn't surprise Keith at all.
What kind of fucking trip is this?
Keith knew that he had to find a way to reach Saito who seemed to also be in Car 10. At least Keith wouldn't be alone as another fellow Nocturne member would be on the train.
He could hear people crashing into the train car through the window. This was unbelievable. Keith could sarcastically say that is US Tax Dollars at work for the people. He could hear the windows get blasted, especially the window in the bathroom.
Luckily, Keith used the gloves to shield himself. But for some reason, Keith couldn't feel anything from the gloves.
My gloves... Something is wrong...
Taking a deep breath, Keith would exit the bathroom. He would have to try to reach Saito if he was still alive. With all the chaos, Keith didn't know what was going on in the rest of the train car.
Regardless, Keith was feeling disoriented and definitely out of it.
Here goes...
This was chaotic. At the same time, Keith could expect to get himself into some good old close quarters battle. How lovely... But Keith didn't know how skilled these people were. One thing Keith had learned was not to underestimate people.
Exiting the bathroom, Keith could see the chaos erupting. Keith wasn't in a good mood and he was going to fuck some people up. Stepping out from the bathroom, he saw people armed with weapons that didn't seem to work.
But they had blunt weapons to use which seemed to be lovely. He turned towards his left and walked towards a random person that seemed to be speaking Czech. Might as well target the Czech guy. Keith's logic was, target all the foreigners...
Quickly, Keith would try to sneak up on the person. As Keith attempted to sneak up on the Czech guy, a set of large muscular right arm that seemed to be of a large black man shot from behind and would wrap around Keith's neck with such speed and pull him backwards.
At the same time, the large black man would use his left hand and push Keith's head forward putting him in a tight Rear Choke.
Shit...
It was fast and precise. Now Keith was feeling the air leave his system. Keith tried to resist but it would only waste energy. But he tried pushing up with both hands the black man's right arm. Soon, the Czech man turned to face Keith.
The man saw what Keith was trying to do. The Czech smiled and walked forward with a bat brandished in his hands. Simply, the Czech would swing the bat at Keith's gut repeatedly causing him to lose air.
Must get free...
**WHAM**
**WHAM**
**WHAM**
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Post by Rem on Aug 25, 2007 11:00:09 GMT -8
Recuperation had been the first and foremost thing on Rem's mind, well that was a lie, Delilah was, and fighting off severe motion sickness was second, but recuperation ranked a pretty close third. His encounter with the unknown man had left him broken, mainly in body, partially in spirit, and most definately in terms of lack of money. With a broken arm, a few broken ribs, an injured ankle, and badly bruised body in general, he couldn't even think to start looking for a job. That being said, why the hell was he on this field trip anyways? Oh, that's right, Delilah thought he could use the 'fresh air'. With this thought, he sighed, observing the other occupants of his car. He'd hardly gotten past one person when a rather muffled sound vaguely resembling glass being shattered, coming from the car opposite; the car that his girlfriend was on. Then, an extremely loud crashing sound, this time leaving no room for doubt about it's cause. Rem curled himself forward to avoid the shower of glass remnants that flooded the car and then almost on instinct he rose to his feet and just as immediately he received sharp pains from just about everywhere on his person. Taking just a few seconds to flinch and grit his teeth, Rem grabbed his crutches and quickly took stock of the situation. Eight men, all pros, judging by appearance. Their sudden, hostile footfalls thundered throughout the car and with a yawn, the Japanese teen. A tiny electrical current began to be generated from within him, ushering equally tiny streaks of electricity to come into and out of view at random intervals. Whoever, these guys were, they were going to do either one of two things: Consider him not much of a threat andn leave him be, or underestimate him solely on the fact that he was so visibly injured, in which case, they were going to receive quite the shock (horrible pun alert) should they attempt to engage him in combat. Clutching his crutches tightly, potential weapons that they were, Rem sat back down and waited.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 25, 2007 20:39:14 GMT -8
Almost immediately she moved away from her seat, standing in the aisle when she heard the 'clunks'. Of course, when the train sped up, she nearly lost her balance if it weren't for the her instinctively grabbing onto the seat. The clunks only got louder and louder, and she looked around, possibly for the source of the problem. That is, until the crashing sounds came in, gunfire, glass shattering from the windows, people coming in, obviously looking for a fight. She backed up a bit, still taking in the fact that this is a field trip and things are going wrong. She knew she shouldn't be surprised, but she was; she should have been prepared, but she wasn't. No weapons, but the shards of glass could easily replace that--
Uff.
A solid kick had landed on her back and she stumbled forward, coming back to her senses. Eyes narrowed as she easily caught her center of balance and swung her leg in the aisle, knowing that the person who had kicked her would end up running toward her for another attack. Her heel would slam into the mans family jewels, as she was low to the ground, and he blindly ran toward her. Though it was then she felt another kick on her upper arm.
They were double teaming her? Eyes narrowed as she winced slightly in pain, but she had been taught by Sensei to feel no pain by climbing the really hot..really hot chains. Hands clenched to fists as she wasted no time getting up, tackling one of the guys down in an odd way. Hands were in front of her as she pushed against him while he was falling backwards, and pulled up her legs faster than he hit the ground, letting her heels dig into his chest and slam him to the ground. He looked... Well, he looked Korean.
Slam.
Bat came crashing down to her back, causing Mitsuki to fall forward, and in the process of falling forward, she picked up a piece of glass and chucked it to the guy who was slamming a bat at Keith. The piece of glass hit his leg, the piece of glass stuck, but she could not watch any further to what happened after that as she had her own little problem.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 26, 2007 6:25:56 GMT -8
Emily found herself in quite a bit of shock as these utterly not-so-random sounds of violence rang through her ears. She only was able to stop the shards of glass from hurting her face. The train was obviously going faster, and there were now ten more people inside the train.
Ten dangerous people.
Damn, she knew she should've just stopped the idea of fitting in. NO MORE ATTEMPTS TO SOCIALIZE EVER. (But you know emily, she's bound to get curious again someday... >.<)
She got herself balanced as she stood up.
Her stomach growled.
NOW WASN'T THE TIME TO GET HUNGRY!
She cursed and stood for the aisle, only to get the attention of one of the men, whom now rushed towards her for the kill a baseball bat in hand. So much for being "Ms. Invisible-I'm-emo-so-no-one-notices-me."
Fucking area had to be a train for God's sake! The most she can use with Jyutekken no Kaze was with her hands. Oh the TENSION.
She found it even more tense when he came, lunging towards her and ramming the tip of his bat onto her stomach.
She flinched. The hunger made her a bit weak.... damn. She was in a much difficult situation that she thought.
"Fuck you." she cursed, blood trickling out of her lips. Her eyes flared in anger.
"Putang ina mo."
Her eyes opened wide.
This man. This attacker... He was filipino. He looked much stronger than herself. And seeing that a lot of the other 'invaders' were either busy with other people other than h-... she spoke too soon. A man's knee came in contact with her back and she was pulled forward towards the man, who amusedly dodged and let the poor girl fall to the floor. The two laughed.
Laughter. Those voices almost seemed familiar.... so much things rushed into young Emily's mind, but not enough to provoke anything similar to her encounter with the School supervisor just earlier that month.
"Kita mo ito? [See this?]" the last of them said, "Mamamatay ka! LUMABAN KA, TANGA! [You'll die! FIGHT, STUPID!]"
The man lunged at her, with a knife at his hand.
Flashback: If she could only had her frying pan with her.
She wanted to live.
Emily rolled to face the man, using her legs to swing him towards the other assaulter. They collided into a pile of ... well, in her words.... 'fucking idiots'.
'Aray.... so the little girl has a little more bite...'[/color]
She took the opportunity to stand and took her Jyutekken no Kaze stance. The two men got up just as quickly. Seeing how weak she looked, namely that hit from that bat and the terrible hunger issue, she really was up for some prejudice.
They were intending to have their fun with her. To torture her slowly and then kill her. They were gonna have their fun... NOT.
Emily's hands were at an X. Her back was against the wind forced into Car 10 by it's speed. The two men only looked at each other and laughed, drawing nearer to her with a step.
With wind like this, she could have difficulty if she was facing the other way, but she was in luck. She wasn't.
The wind against her back, and towards the two men gave her leverage, her attacks using Jyutekken no kaze would merely increase it's power due to the already present 'push of wind', which was something Jyutekken no kaze try to simulate.
And then the two lunged...
[>.> i'll post again when someone else does. -shrug-]
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 31, 2007 14:36:08 GMT -8
'Clunk', 'Clunk', came the rhythmless noises in the above. 'Click', 'Clack' mixed with the much more overwhelming 'Clunk's. Eye slowly going about. Something was not right. And from the looks of everyone else, a lot of people were starting to think that as well. Didn't sound natural. And it didn't appear as though the wind draft was that powerful. After all, this train was 'top of the line'. Was... 'amazing', 'superior'. Should've taken them a full day to get to Sacramento... maybe a bit longer, but in style. Should've.
The clunking grew louder."..It seems... zat ve have visitors, ja?"VAT!?
"Unfettered's" eye shot up. All around. Gripping his briefcase tightly, glad that he'd brought his gear with him today---"SO ZIS IS HOW IT VILL END, UH!? COMRADES! TAKE ZEM OUT! VE VILL NOT GO DOWN VITHOUT A FIGHT!"..And then... everything went silent.
*BOOM* "Oh-HO! Get vat you PAY FOR, EH!?"---
*BLAM!* *BLAM!* *BLAM!*---* * * * * * * * * * * * * Head was throbbing. Glass was strewn across him. Dammit. Caught completely off guard. Could only hear the beating of his heart, pounding in his ears. Get up. Get up. GET UP. A feeling of smoldering pain coursing throughout his whole body. The inside of his jacket was excessively warm. Wet. Had to get up. Had to get up. Must get up. Pushing himself up warily, the wind blasting past his body, he looked about himself. A surreal scene taking place before him. To his left, Keith was getting beaten up. Right before him... Mitsuki Park was getting double-teamed... Emily was getting double-teamed as well..
...Where was... "Alter Mann"...?
Blinking away the tears forming at his eyes. Shaking his head. Everything was moving in slow motion. But he was moving slowest of all. Had this sudden feeling of... nausia. As if he were constricted. A tight control held onto his heart, almost as though he were to have a heart attack. Hot. Too hot. Swaying, trying to get rid of his sweater---
*WHACK*
Almost blacked out.
Almost.
An arm shot out to grab hold of the bat. Took a few seconds for "Unfettered" to realize it was his own. But the strange man was muttering something. The ringing in his ears... couldn't discern what the man was saying. At all. Time seemed to stop, as the man pulled of his mask. Smirking at him. Muttering some other strange gibberish, and proceeding to arch back his right hand to shove a punch into his face. Another hand shot forward, to catch it.. was even pushed back, but deflected away a bit. But never once did the tightness in his chest go away, even as the punch crashed into the wall beside him---
---"FUCKING ХЛАМ!"---
*WHAM*
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RUSSIAN!?
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---* * * * * * * * * * * * * The knee backed off of the kid's chest, as Свен looked at the white-haired boy. A strange look on his face, as if he was somehow... unsatisfied. "Разве это не было немецким ребенком, о котором они сказали нам в сообщениях? Я разочарован. Корейская сука - единственный, поднимающий большую часть борьбы где-то здесь, это кажется... Щель, филиппинец, и калека не ничто." he muttered to the Irish man to his side."..Can't be helped.."Smirking to himself, the Russian put his mask back on, turning around to make it five on one, for the Korean girl, as the remaining F.F. fighters were tending to some other Japanese, white-haired kid, and some other punks...---
*WHACK*
Stumbling forward to his knees, he whirled around. There stood, bleeding, cuts over his face and arms, some glass sticking out of the more ragged parts of his jacket, was the German kid. Again, the bat was raised, but the speed was so slow, it was pitiful. Delicately fingers grabbed hold of the end, before it could come to a sixty-seven degree angle at his side, and whisked the bat out of the boy's hands, raising up a foot to quickly stomp in the chest, once, but the boy with one eye seemed to have a look about his eyes. Both hands went criss-crossed over his chest, softening the blow. Slow, and could've been more effective, but the boy was being resilient. Funny, really.
Свен was easily over twice as fast, over three times as strong, and would be killing this kid just by outlasting him. O'Brien though didn't seem to have a problem with helping him out with this pest, though. Taking his time, he prepped up another slug, at the boy who was forced to sit down. Winding back, seeing how close the boy was to knocking out himself, he gave a grin, and shot his fist forward---"JESUS CHRIST, ПОЛУЧИТЕ ЕГО ОТ МЕНЯ! ПОЛУЧИТЕ ЕГО ОТ МЕНЯ!"A quick change of plans. The fist easily punched through the briefcase the boy had been holding onto dearly a moment ago. Should've disarmed him. Now the Russian's hand was stuck through it, with various types of gear in it cutting into his gloved arms. The German had launched himself onto the Russian, kicking up his long legs around the man's waist, as he used his height to propel himself on top of the man.
Ripping apart his right arm's leather jacket sleeve, he sluggishly began to pound at the guy's head with his elbow. O'Brien, surprised at this sudden uptake, grabbed a metal bar, and began to whack it into the boy's back. But even as blood poured from his mouth, even as the Russian struggled to push the boy off himself, trying to keep himself standing, lest he embarrass himself by actually be knocked down by a fucking little sneak attack.. the boy wasn't stopping. Even though he cried out in pain with every 'WHACK'. Even though he could feel his entire body shuddering, his ribs crunching further, into angles they shouldn't...
"KEKEKEKKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE..."
Just kept on elbowing the Russian in the head.
"FUCKING RUSSIAN, DIE! Ich werden RACHE MEINE LEUTE ÜBER UNSERER BESIEGUNG PEINLICH, FICKEND SIE RATTE! !"
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That red eye... Notes:
-F.F. Analysis: 2 Are Attacking Keith, 2 Are Attacking Mitsuki, 2 Are Attacking Emily, 2 Are Attacking Unfettered, 2 Are Tending To The Others (Valo & Saito Are To Be Assumed Knocked Out, Lest They Post, In Which They Are Regaining Consciousness).
-Rem Is Being Ignored, Due To His Crutches.
-"Unfettered" Has Lost The Bonuses Of His Items & Qi.
-"Unfettered" Has Been Poisoned. 25% Dexterity Deducted For 4 More Turns.
-"Unfettered" Is Desperate. Will Not Hold Out Long Before Either His Back Breaks, Or He Caves To Stress/Exhaustion.
Current Statistics: Strength: 17 Dexterity: 13 Constitution: 15 Intelligence: 30 Wisdom: 30 Charisma: 27
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Post by Keith on Aug 31, 2007 19:45:48 GMT -8
This was the one fucking reason Keith never liked taking more than one opponent in closed quarters especially if it was in a narrow pathway. But hey, it was a good opportunity for Keith to get his edge back as he had almost lost it upon moving here from New York City. This train car would be the perfect place as soon as Keith could regain his bearings. It's not good to be fighting on a full stomach especially if it's liquid like a soda because you'd have to deal with all of the carbonation and that other painful stuff.
Luckily, Keith managed to take a long piss before all this had happen. But, Keith was getting ganged up on from both ends. Luckily, it was in a non-sexual way. So get your head your heads out of the gutter when you're thinking about Keith getting ganged up on both both sides. But Keith was feeling a bit groggy from the motion of the train and the soda he had drank earlier. Getting strikes from a baseball bat wasn't helping that much either. But Keith needed to wait a bit before being strong enough to make those fuckers pay.
The man stopped hitting Keith with the bat for some reason as he was yelling in Czech. Keith breathed hard as he blinked to see what happened. Miraculously, the man seemed to have a piece of glass stuck in his leg. As the man stopped to pull the glass piece from his leg, Keith decided to use the opportunity to fight back. Though Keith wasn't feeling well for some reason, it was no excuse not to fight back. It was time to put up some major resistance.
I have to get free...
Taking a deep breath, Keith would use the back of his right foot and kick backwards. It was one of the most effective ways to get out of a hold. The man's arms were big and strong so pushing them upwards to get free from the rear choke was no option.
Here goes...
Keith kicked his right foot backwards hard into the man's groin. The man simply grunted a bit but still didn't let go of Keith. He could still feel his air circulation getting cut off. Keith had to do something or else he'd pass out.
C'mon... C'mon... C'mon!!!
Keith would kick back hard again into the groin. The man grunted in pain again. He didn't have that big of a window of time as the Czech man with the bat was still trying to pull the glass shard out of his leg. Keith had to make every second count.
Better let me go...
WHAM!
Another hard back heel kick to the man's groin. But the big man wouldn't release Keith from the choke.
WHAM!
Another hard kick would be launched to the groin area courtesy of Keith.
WHAM!
Still, the man wouldn't release the hold. Keith could feel his vision darkening as he was about to pass out. He quickly held his breath to conserve oxygen.
Must get free...!!!
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Keith would violently throw hard back kick after back kick to the man's groin. It seemed to be the only spot unprotected. At the same time, Keith would use his right arm to push the arm wrapped around his neck upwards. With the left arm, Keith would throw hard elbow strikes to the man's left side.
That big man was the one person Keith had to worry about as the Czech man was still working to get rid of the shard of glass stuck in his leg.
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Post by seishounohana on Aug 31, 2007 22:18:54 GMT -8
The two hitmen lunged towards Emily...
Time stopped...
The hitmen were coming... and being no less than a two meters away - Emily would have to guess that she should weaken these two first. After all, they were a lot stronger than herself. To take them on one-on-one would be very VERY unwise - and if even if she was able to stop their first assault on her, it was just sheer luck.
Her mind was slow right now, due to her not being able to eat. How sad.
But for now, she would have to keep distance.
"UMALIS KAYO!! [GO AWAY!!]" She screamed, flinging her hands crazily as the two men drew nearer. The men went laughing until several cuts met their skin - but they kept going nearer. Looks like their skin have been more toughened up than she had thought.
"Sakit nun ah... [Hey, that hurt...]" one of them said, holding a rather deep wound to the neck - he was bleeding and was rather becoming dizzy.
To Emily's surprise, the other one didn't stop and was able to tackle her to the ground. "AH!! Get away!"
"Hah, Ako na bahala dito sa pasaway na buwisit na ito. [Hah, leave this fucker to me.]" The 2nd thug called out to the other. With his partner wounded and slowly losing blood due to this little girl's streak of luck... he would have to do some work... but...
Now that he had this ... girl pinned to the ground. "Sad I'll have to kill you, eh Kababayan?" He told her, pulling the girl's shirt upwards and touching the skin underneath.
Emily realized what this man was starting. This man was a pedophile.
Oh, God forbid.
"Let's say... give me what I want and I'll give you a way outta here..."
... Emily was a little... swayed by this. But she was NOT stupid.
At least not stupid enough to remember her morals and the fact that she was in a speeding, out-of-control train car.
"LIAR!" Emily's feel of justice came first as she let her head meet with his in a furious headbutt to the forehead.
This was enough to paralyze the man with pain for a split second while she pulled herself away.
The man though, pulled her back down to meet with him; not without her head meeting with the floor. Emily's mind rushed for a second in it's dizziness and lost control for a moment - and her long untrimmed nails dug into and slashed the man's left cheek.
He could only scream in agony as the Girl backed away and stood, only to meet with the guy she had cut on the neck a bit earlier. He didn't seem any stronger than he was before she had cut him - the blood loss seemed to have affected him at all. He had her by the neck with a scarf held by one hand, and the other partway around her a knife to her heart.
"Ok ka lang? [You alright?]" The man said, pulling the poor Emily upwards, the height now strangling her. Damn being so short!
Her legs wriggled madly, hoping to get free somehow - maybe by a streak of luck or something. Blood was already trickling downward from her hairline to the base of her neck, having recieved two blows just a few moments ago.
"I'm fine." the man said, "With that fucker doing this to my face she's not as interesting as I thought. Kill her so we can get to more interesting people around here... Nakakasawa na siya."
The voices then became murmurs... Emily was almost losing conciousness.
NO!
Must stay awake!
She did wake up alright, with a punch to her abdomen and a slap to her face did the trick.
Emily decided to play the bear card.
She played limp, almost lifeless. The two men would just laugh in victory as they let their guard down in thought that this woman's life was already gone. It was sad though that it wasn't even 2 minutes since Emily got strangled.
The man took his partner's knife and pointed it onto her heart before retracting his hand - he wanted to bathe in this girl's blood and just let this train be baptized with his first kill. Yes. Boy, he would recieve so much glory because he killed someone first.
Two more minutes.
Just as he pulled his knife forward for the kill, Emily's eyes opened and started him. His grip on his weapon loosened.
Emily took the opportunity to give the man a piece of her mind with a mad swing to his crotch, then to his partner's just behind her.
They shouldn't have let their guard down so easily. They were too... assured and proud of themselves.
Her feet landed as she ran quickly towards a distance, while her two attackers twitched in agony on the floor not so far away. Another streak of luck. This... wasn't such a bad day wasn't it?
The two attackers then stood...
__________ > Emily has 8 more posts before an adrenaline rush that will trigger her TOTAL insanity.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Sept 2, 2007 20:11:50 GMT -8
"GRAHHH!!!!!"
One would cry out in pain as Mitsuki's bony elbow would jab quite hard into the groin of one man repeatedly, her other hand brushing away his hands to keep him from guarding his precious area. Though she paid a price as the other man attacking her had slammed his bat against her back. It hurt, but she knew it was already almost a bit like steel, due to the fact of being injured there several times. He finally managed to push Mitsuki away, his hands instinctively moving around his special area, giving her time to deal with the man with the bat. She let it slam against her arm before snapping her wrist in a downward angle, yanking it toward her as she lashed out her other fist straight toward his nose. No good, as his came pummeling right at the same time, their fists clashing, causing her knuckles to bleed. Her gloves were not providing the strength she once had...
Well.... Groin hits for the win?
The bat was let loose as he took out a knife from the inside of his coat, the two moving in circles slowly. Mitsuki had not forgotten Man #2, as he was still trying to regenerate his manliness. She remembered distinctively from Sensei on how to disarm someone with a weapon like this, and she did as he instructed. Only it took more than one try to do so, as he was agile and could predict moves well. The knife went flying in her direction, and she caught it with ease... She had a weapon now, and she planned on striking major arteries. This would end soon, thanks to Sensei and the lesson he gave her that day.
"Just giv'it up, mate. There's no way you can beat'us."
He had an Australian accent, so she only assumed he was from there. Knife was held tightly in her hands as she jabbed forward toward him, and he easily caught her wrist. Though, she tossed the knife lightly to her other hand and quickly slashed downward, slicing his right arm a bit. He howled in pain, backing away, as she was suddenly tackled onto the ground from the back, his hands groping her upper chest, placing his hands were they shouldn't be...
With the knife in her hands, she stabbed downward, into his thigh, and twisted it around. Not pissed, but she certainly wanted her little bubble space. She left the knife in there as she pulled away until...
WHAM!
Someone had grabbed her wrist and slammed her against a rather soft wall-- Oh. It was a person. One of the ones that were tending to "the others"... And.. Obviously not happy, 'cause...you know...his knife kind of.. Well... Grazed her shoulder? She grabbed his arm and pushed it in an unnatural direction, popping it out and her knee slamming into his gut. From the inside of her sweater, the blood would have slid down her arm and dripped from her finger tips...
Getting tired. She was about to send another blow until a guy held her from the back underneath the arms to let the other two attack her at will. When one approached, she lashed out her legs to keep them away. She had to get out of this lock...had to get out of this lock...
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