Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 9, 2007 23:25:14 GMT -8
(OOC: Kevin fights only. Specs welcome.)
A little trip to the waterfront would surely allow Travis to have some fun. If he couldn't just enjoy himself by walking around, there would be plenty of people to punch in the face. 'Course he would have to be careful of all the cops that could possibly be wandering the area.
And as he entered the boardwalk. The crowds pleased him slightly. Plenty of people meant plenty of potential for a good fight. And it seemed he wouldn't have to wait long before someone would attempt to slip their fingers into his pockets and nab his wallet. 'Course Travis' had fast reflexes, his left arm crossed his body and he wrapped his fingers around the wrist of whomever gripped his wallet. His right arm quickly lifted so he could bury that elbow of his into their throat.
The body would go limp, as Travis would spin on his heels to watch some female pick-pocket drop to the ground, holding her throat and crying out in pain.
"...That'll teach ya, huh?"
A smile. A chuckle, and he would be off. Though it seemed she wasn't alone, because more then one voice shouted out from behind him. This would be time to run for it. Flying through the crowds, faster and faster. Jumping and ducking when needed, until he finally reached a little turn off on the board walk, signs indicated that this part of the boardwalk was off-limits due to instability. He didn't care right now.
To make a long story short, he escaped. And now, it seemed that he was all alone on an unsteady dock. Many boards missing, or seemed to be missing. He guessed he should be careful then.
A little trip to the waterfront would surely allow Travis to have some fun. If he couldn't just enjoy himself by walking around, there would be plenty of people to punch in the face. 'Course he would have to be careful of all the cops that could possibly be wandering the area.
And as he entered the boardwalk. The crowds pleased him slightly. Plenty of people meant plenty of potential for a good fight. And it seemed he wouldn't have to wait long before someone would attempt to slip their fingers into his pockets and nab his wallet. 'Course Travis' had fast reflexes, his left arm crossed his body and he wrapped his fingers around the wrist of whomever gripped his wallet. His right arm quickly lifted so he could bury that elbow of his into their throat.
The body would go limp, as Travis would spin on his heels to watch some female pick-pocket drop to the ground, holding her throat and crying out in pain.
"...That'll teach ya, huh?"
A smile. A chuckle, and he would be off. Though it seemed she wasn't alone, because more then one voice shouted out from behind him. This would be time to run for it. Flying through the crowds, faster and faster. Jumping and ducking when needed, until he finally reached a little turn off on the board walk, signs indicated that this part of the boardwalk was off-limits due to instability. He didn't care right now.
To make a long story short, he escaped. And now, it seemed that he was all alone on an unsteady dock. Many boards missing, or seemed to be missing. He guessed he should be careful then.
