Jason Harris
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Why don't you go to www.cutamotha.com that's me lookin at ya.[A1i:6]
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Post by Jason Harris on Sept 23, 2007 10:37:24 GMT -8
(OOC: This is mostly for me and Mikey. But if you want to join in and can think of a reason for you character to be at "Unfettered"'s restaurant in the middle of the night go right ahead and jump in.)
As three cars pulled up in front of a local restaurant a group of about ten men jumped out of them. They were dressed in all black so it was safe to say they weren't doing anything legal. They walked up to the front door of the restaurant and everyone crowded around one person.
"Everyone listen up. We all know why we're here, the drugs, but we don't know where they are. So we have to get in there, find them, and get out. There probably going to be security so the quicker we can do this the better."
Dylan finished and walked over to the door. The men we was with followed and lined up on the side of the building. Dylan then sent a mighty kick to the door and it flew open. With it's opening the alarm started to go off.
"Go, go, go, come on!"
They were now inside the restaurant, all the had to do now was find the drugs and get out.
(OOC: Bare with me until I get use to RPing again.)
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 10, 2007 0:38:28 GMT -8
OOC:  Its fine if the posts are small. I'm rusty too. XD*Scrch* *Scrch*
*Fssssh* *Fssssh* *Fssssh*
*Krikl*
Fervor. Great warmth and intensity of emotion. Fervor.
Perhaps the best way to describe this... but he loomed over his work. Sexually. But arching back a bit, he appeared to have some sort of dissatisfied look on his face. More scratching and penciling sounds were made, as he paused, blinked profusely, and resumed his work, making very slow work, sometimes stopping to check over a few pages, checking down on something...---
A sudden feeling...
...Rolling up the large piece of paper, and folding up his notes into specialized folders, he proceeded towards the sofa... and pulled up one of the cushions. Giving a swift kick to the tab, it opened up towards him, revealing a secret little safe...
Made of complete iron.. he proceeded to mark down to it, and etched and turned it around a bit. A first click. Few minutes later, and five more clicks were heard...
...Shoving them in, he quickly slammed it shut, pushing the top down over it, and pushing the cushion over the camouflage lid.---Sunday... crap. When the place was closed too... meaning little to no employees, unless they were called in for 'extra work', to catch up on hours..
Biting the bottom part of his lip, he shook his head and went over to the door, his hands outstretched to go over to the bookshelf and push it in front of the door. ..But he stopped. He couldn't, actually. Whoever was there, downstairs... tearing around HIS restaurant...
...Well, let's just say there was going to be some hell to pay if he found ONE thing that was broken downstairs.
The door to the stairs opened up slowly, and he tried to creep out, and would try to proceed stealthily down the stairs... which was, in plain view, unless they were immediately searching around.
Just one moment that they'd look at him, and they'd realize that his cellphone was at his head."..Hello... can I---"
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Jason Harris
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[M:407]
Why don't you go to www.cutamotha.com that's me lookin at ya.[A1i:6]
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Post by Jason Harris on Oct 20, 2007 16:01:13 GMT -8
The first floor the restaurant was a wreck. Everything was turned over, the pictures were all off the wall and broken, there were even holes in the walls where they thought the drugs might be. Despite turning the first floor inside out they didn't find anything. Which meant it was time to move one to the second floor. Turning to the stairs Dylan noticed someone there... talking. The thought of who the person could be talking to didn't even cross Dylan's mind.
"Get him!"
Dylan yelled as he ran toward the person. This got some of his men's attention, but quite a few were still tearing the first floor apart. As he was running toward the person Dylan picked up a piece of wood from a broken chair and threw it at the person.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 21, 2007 8:54:07 GMT -8
Dismal Choice Of Actions.. "..Calamity on the...---"---
...The restaurant.
Ruins...
...It..."..l-l-line..."Shuddering quietly. Not even realizing his grip on his cellphone had suddenly just loosened up. His eye raised up in... he could not express how he felt in words. Even as the cellphone came clattering down to the steps, smashing itself, bouncing itself up, and bouncing itself on every step, 'til the third to the floor step.. he could not register anything, 'til the board came smashing into his head.
His store...
His restaurant...
His home...
Defiled.
*CRACK*
Falling back on the steps...
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Eye flickered with a taste of red, as he suddenly went reeling from the pain.. trying to react in time...
Had to---"THRUSH...!" |
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Jason Harris
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Why don't you go to www.cutamotha.com that's me lookin at ya.[A1i:6]
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Post by Jason Harris on Oct 24, 2007 12:41:49 GMT -8
The board has hit it's mark. A smile crossed Dylan's faced as he saw the person fall back onto the stairs, but that smile wasn't there for long. He heard something that made him and the people that were charing the person stop completely.
"THRUSH...!"
"Thrush? Damn it, not him..."
Dylan had only one previous encounter with Thrush and could only say one thing about him. He had some serious problems. He was defiantly someone he didn't want as an enemy, but there wasn't much he could do about it now.
"Why not just make this easier and tell us were the drugs are?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 26, 2007 22:33:32 GMT -8
Fear: Plausible Weapon? ...Had he meant this punk before?
There was hesitance. In fact, the entire group stopped advancing on him. Hell, had he freaked them all out, had this guy told them about "Thrush", or what?
...Pity. Too bad there isn't any "Thrush" to rely on, anymore. No, he was already there. And so was Jonathan.
Could he still pull the trick?
Was going to sure as hell try..."Why not just make this easier and tell us were the drugs are?" *Ptoo* Cocking his head, letting the rest of the excess blood slide down to his chin, he remembered back into thoughts into 'that' mindset. A glint of red going across his eye. Hand brushed away at his excess hair, revealing a swastika eye-patch. And a toothy grin.
Drugs, eh?"Easy? Who ze fuck zaid zat ze shit you're pulling would be ANYTHING BUT EASY!!!---"Suddenly, he felt cold, but he knew why...
He knew why, as he charged off, jumping off the staircase, right arm cocked back, and slamming it towards one of the nearby bastards accompanying the guy he'd identify with as 'leader'.
Remembers "Thrush"? LET'S SEE IF WE CAN REMIND YOU OF HIM MORE."KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE..."
Status Report:
Statistic Modification:
Strength: 34 x 1.3 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level)
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 35 x 1.5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level)
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 30 - 5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level Postly Qi Consumption)
Current Statistics:
Strength: 44
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 53
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 25
*25% Of Pain Is Numbed
*Landing Of Blows While Qi Is Active = -10% Dexterity (Does Not Stack Per Hit)
*Temperature: 93/100
*Moderately High Vulnerability To Electricity
EDIT: Adjusting Some Grammar. |
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Jason Harris
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Why don't you go to www.cutamotha.com that's me lookin at ya.[A1i:6]
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Post by Jason Harris on Dec 22, 2007 13:27:02 GMT -8
(OOC: *is finally replying* It's the Apocalypse! Run! Also, This is gonna be a crap post, I just need to get rid of all the other people.)
*WHAM!*
"Unfettered", or as Dylan knew him, "Thrush" had just knocked out one of Dylan's followers with one punch. Not only knocked him out, but sent him flying into a wall. It seemed that Thrush was still as strong as ever.
"Hey, go take care of him and tell everyone else to leave."
"Why? Let us help."
"You just end up like the other."
An angry grunt was heard as the other person with Dylan went to do what was asked of him. Now it was time for "Unfettered".
"Last chance, tell me where the drugs are."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 22, 2007 23:42:46 GMT -8
Counter-Intimidation "Hey, go take care of him and tell everyone else to leave." "Why? Let us help.""You just end up like the other." "Keke. Smart boy!" he'd laugh off at the others, as they'd go off... but it was a common act. At this point, "Unfettered" was only barely able to think logically... no, actually, he was downright pissed...."Last chance, tell me where the drugs are." ...
"Unfettered" stopped.
...And keeled over, laug---"KAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA---SHIT."There was a pained look in his eye, as he looked on. Daring to come close, in the ruins of his restaurant, to a six-foot distance."...Zo."Fingers crackling into each other... Ice slowing the blood dripping from his lip, nearly freezing into place at the side of his neck. Hands together, as his two forefingers were pointed at the ground, his eye half-opened."Zo you come into my house, destroy eet, and zen expect me to cooperate peacefully..." he said, suddenly breaking into a dash, skidding on his right foot to break into a half-circle kick at the bastard's face. If no contact was made, he'd land his foot, and end up facing the other way..."VELL, BUDDEH, TELL ME YOUR NAME BEVOR ICH IHR GESICHT BRECHE."Honestly. Who was this guy?
After all, its only polite to know the name of the bastard you're intending to beat to a bloody pulp, right? |
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Jason Harris
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Why don't you go to www.cutamotha.com that's me lookin at ya.[A1i:6]
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Post by Jason Harris on Dec 23, 2007 17:14:28 GMT -8
Seeing the kick coming Dylan took a step back and watched as it went by his face. Now his attacker was facing the other way. Dylan couldn't figure out whether he was just stupid or cocky. To just turn you back to the person you're fighting is dumb, but the answer soon came.
"VELL, BUDDEH, TELL ME YOUR NAME BEVOR ICH IHR GESICHT BRECHE."
Yes indeed he was cocky, but also very upset. Of course anyone would be in his situation.
"Well you haven't told me what I wanted to know so why would I tell you what you want to know?"
With that Dylan would send his own kick toward the back of "Unfettered"'s head.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 24, 2007 3:55:47 GMT -8
LOL, WUT? "Well you haven't told me what I wanted to know so why would I tell you what you want to know?" Suddenly leaning back, his back crackling, he forced his hands before his head---*thud*. A quick wince. Okay. Maybe not fast enough, but he proved the point of ducking underneath the kick."Because, dear comrade, I zay zis provoked and under duress. Vile you have had naught done too."...And suddenly, pressing up with his own arm strength, he launched a bit of an akward-step-forward kick at him, upside down, towards his head, again."SO ENJOY ZAT FACE OF YOURS WHILE YOU CAN!"Missing that would probably mean he'd fall back, landing on his toes, which he'd grunt and use to roll forward, before quickly whirling around, eyeing a certain chair leg just 'behind' him, in his current position.
Insult the face. Insult the face. Not that there was anything particularly wrong with it. Just... he was trying to pick and choose with this guy's mentality... |
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Jason Harris
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Why don't you go to www.cutamotha.com that's me lookin at ya.[A1i:6]
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Post by Jason Harris on Jan 4, 2008 9:30:12 GMT -8
" Whoa."
Dylan thought as he stepped back to dodge the strangest kick he has ever seen. It was a strange handstand type kick, something you would expect to see in a video game, not a real life fight.
The kick might not of hit it's mark, but it did mess Dylan up a bit. The entire floor was littered with debris. Some of which Dylan tripped over as he stepped back. After falling on his butt he shuffled back a bit and got up only to see his opponent standing there holding a chair leg.
Of course Dylan began looking around for a weapon of his own, but everything he saw was to big to be used as one. With no weapon there was no way that he would attack. For right now Dylan would simply stand in the same position and wait for his opponents attack.
(OOC: I went ahead and gave you the chair leg since I thought you were hinting that you were going to pick it up. If you didn't want to just let me know and I'll edit my post)
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 4, 2008 23:37:49 GMT -8
Not Quite What He'd Expect... ...But if it worked out, it worked out, right?
Wielding a chair leg. Looking with intensity at the bastard. Breathing a bit heavily, more out of a bad habit. Boxing stance. Chair leg in his right hand, but in a boxing stance..
Rushed forward, as he tried to discern the movements with his single eye. Straight away forward, then, a foot before within reach, he'd divert down to the left, raising up his left-handed fist..
...AND DO A QUICK UPPERCUT WITH THE CHAIR LEG, AT THE PUNK'S CHIN."PHOA!" |
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Jason Harris
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Why don't you go to www.cutamotha.com that's me lookin at ya.[A1i:6]
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Post by Jason Harris on Jan 6, 2008 17:49:32 GMT -8
Before he knew it Dylan's opponent was charging at him and uppercutted him with a chair leg. As he raised off the ground Dylan went into a back flip in an attempt to hit his opponent this his legs, most likely in the chin.
Whether or not it hit Dylan was going to have to finish the flip and land on the ground, both feet and his left hand touching. He would then use them all to push off the ground and launch himself at his opponent to send a hook with his right had at his opponent jaw.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 6, 2008 18:00:16 GMT -8
In A Word? Beautiful.
In two?
Simply. Beautiful.
In three?
..Now you're just being an overdramatic, cranky bastard.
Totally did not expect a flip-kick, after knocking the bastard into the air. And landing on the chin, for Goodness sake. The momentum from an incidental aerial hit like that was enough to affect his spine for a moment, his head knocked upwards, cutting his mouth, blood flying into the air---
*BAM*"YEAAARGH.."Forcing himself to recover. His gums were bleeding, his lips further staining the already ruined floor. Forced a step to the right, he'd thrust both his fists behind him, to his left, to bring about his right foot into a kick into the bastard's side.. |
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Jason Harris
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Why don't you go to www.cutamotha.com that's me lookin at ya.[A1i:6]
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Post by Jason Harris on Jan 6, 2008 18:25:25 GMT -8
His flip kick worked, but the hook that Dylan was going for didn't. His opponent side stepped it and sent a kick into his side. As soon as the kick landed he felt extreme pain and heard some bones cracking, presumably his ribs. Dylan knew if he was going to turn this around he would have to act fast.
Before his opponent could bring his leg back Dylan grabbed it. Stepping in Dylan would kick his opponents leg out from under him which would cause him to fall. If all that working Dylan would fall with his opponent punching him in the nose as soon as he he hit the ground
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Its fine if the posts are small. I'm rusty too. XD