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Post by Windsor (Whin) Johnson on May 19, 2008 15:12:56 GMT -8
Here i am, i thought to my self, as i walked in the front entrance of Public Highschool 259. pushing open the door with my the back of my leather jacket, which had the insignia of the SHSK embroiderd on it, a black blade with a golden dragon looping around it. i was playing my panpipe an old tune, sad yet happy at the same time. turning the corner of this hallway, one thought on mind where was this Deta, this boy that for some reason my lead me to my old man, no mater what force i would have to use i would find him, and find him soon. seeing a couple a while down the boy leaning over the girl with his hand going by her side,and shamelessly sucking her face. i was discusted, but still i walked up and asked,
"Where will i find Deta TeyFour"
the punk responded to me rudle with out turning around
"Dont know hey maybe ya should check up your !@#"
Enraged by this i slamed my palm in to the back of the boys head smacking his face in to the wall with bone shatering force, and then i contined to slide his head down down the wall, leaving a red stain till he colapsed on his girl. I spoted farther down the hallway a Man of German dissent and i aproched him with the same question hope fully he was wiser.
"Where will i find Deta TeyFour"
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 20, 2008 17:48:26 GMT -8
OOC: I have one request: Storyline-wise, this is before my thread with Waap. Basically, day 2 or 3 after the Enforcer thread.Immediate Signs Of Aggression Seemed like an ordinary day.
---"Where will i find Deta TeyFour" "Dont know hey maybe ya should check up your !@#" *SMACK*
Well. 'Seemed'.
Turning his head to the side, the German watched, just in time for a boy to get his ass handed to him. Seemed like someone in a bad mood. Whichever the case, however, that meant that he had something else to clean up after the punk... Namely himself, since the School Captain, nor any of her compatriots seemed to be doing too good of a job, and the Enforcers... well...
Did that even need to be explained?
So, in the aftermath of the destruction, tensions were slightly lower, as everyone wanted to rebuild... but as progress was created, the tensions were returning. As usual. Closing his locker, his right hand tightly gripped onto 'Ambition', slamming the back of it onto his right shoulder, as he looked about, just in time, too: "Where will i find Deta TeyFour" "No idea... But... uh... you cleaning up zat mess you made over zer?"The chances of this 'Deta TeyFour' after all, being someone he knew, and/or fought alongside with were pretty low, after all...
Yeah... 'Dots' and 'Masahoo... That one kid with the glowing... heh, well 'dots' on his arm. And the Asian kid. Nope. No Deta whatchamacallit. Thinking over this lightly, tiredly, he sagged in his stance for a moment, thinking over still. But even then... even if he knew the boy, would he tell it to some punk who just decided to smack down someone for telling him off?
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Nope.
After all, that was an aggressive personality aura this person was displaying right here. The German's eye was already watching very cautiously, in spite of his body's language. And he had a reputation to uphold.
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Post by Windsor (Whin) Johnson on May 20, 2008 19:52:39 GMT -8
"No idea... But... uh... you cleaning up zat mess you made over zer?"
lookng behind me i saw the red streak i created and the bloody puddle on the ground along with alot of other damage that i dident knotice before, but i wasent going to ask what happened as a ShenKi master i have learned to read Auras and this man wasent one to mess around with, but he wasn't exactly a villian. Maybe he dident know the deta boy by his name, most people assocated with my father used their real names. determaned to make sure the german wasent just confused i pulled the picture of Deta(dots) out of one of my many pockets and held it up to his face,
" later, are you sure you dont know this boy"
you know actualy this german had a very friendly aura and all that time in the SHSK ive never had a friend, not realy sure what one is but still,
" oh im sorry where are my manners my names Windsor johnson but you can call me Whin, Whin the whistler"
as i said this i raised up my panpine and contuned to play my song.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 22, 2008 21:16:58 GMT -8
Click " later, are you sure you dont know this boy" A picture---
Bingo. But no reaction. No... he didn't know this boy's goal/motive yet.
..." oh im sorry where are my manners my names Windsor johnson but you can call me Whin, Whin the whistler" ..Promptly followed by music. The German waited, thinking of how to respond. And... this potentially could turn into a fight. Something that, well, as for himself, his body was for a lack of better terms... haggard. Worn down. Kek. Maybe one more though..."Vell, zat's nice... 'Whin'. Currently... I'm actually looking for zis boy myself.~"There. Backing up, pocketing his hands, letting them twitch inside his pants, he waited. None of his wounds had completely healed, but he'd at least rested up. And for a person of his experiance, that would be the bare minimum to fight at his full potential, if need be... at least for a little while.
..And he had no idea where this would lead off into... Eye quickly watching the boy, checking for a reaction in body language, eye sight... 'Anyzing'. |
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Post by Windsor (Whin) Johnson on May 25, 2008 22:43:23 GMT -8
"Vell, zat's nice... 'Whin'. Currently... I'm actually looking for zis boy myself.~"
ah this gave me hope, this german man was looking for Deta as well. i hoped to use this wo strike up some sort of deal with him. I also had the alterar motive of creating a friend, my first friend, i was beging to think my quest to find my father, would turn out rather fun.
"well if we are both looking for Deta would you care to team up in this search"
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 26, 2008 20:14:07 GMT -8
Cutting The Crap "well if we are both looking for Deta would you care to team up in this search" "Vell..."Standing upright, hands pocketed, as he stood face to face with the boy. A sudden look of scrutiny coming over the German's face, as he looked at his new 'compatriot'... He grinned.
...But with a certain shine in his eye."Tell me... vat do you intend to do vith ze boy, ven you find him?"Grin."..Because... zis boy vants to join my organization, so..."Letting it draw out.
Toothy grin.
How would this interesting little tid-bit turn out for a reaction?... |
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Post by Windsor (Whin) Johnson on May 28, 2008 21:52:51 GMT -8
Tell me... vat do you intend to do vith ze boy, ven you find him?""..Because... zis boy vants to join my organization, so..."
This intreagued me who was Deta, a Shenki user no doubt, maybe a fellow hired killer, but none the less if i was to find my father i had to Find Deta, how was i gonning to explane this to the germanman..... wait i sstill had the recording but that would mean i would have to end up explaning who i am, but this gemans aura calmed me i trusted him so there went nothing........ "I am a menber of a liberty fighing group refered to as the SHSK and im looking for my father"
pulling the recording out of my pocket clicked play.
“ Head office ,
We were incorrect the one we killed was not W.A.A.P., Warren Johnson, but a body double. Presently we are suspecting he is in the village hiding. It would possibly be intelligent to keep a eye on the one who escaped ( see Photo). So now we are in his house inspecting his belongings for clu…….. crap he’s here…… oh my god he just killed off two of my men with slight palm slams and now he’s approaching me I can see his Aura this Qi is not to be messed with find the one named Deta TreyFour the boy who got away….. location PHs #259 U.S. CA”
"so will you help me"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 2, 2008 15:22:05 GMT -8
Collaboration "I am a menber of a liberty fighing group refered to as the SHSK and im looking for my father" Apparently... he'd given off a good feel to this guy, or the kid had nothing to lose, but he popped out a recording machine, playing it back. Listening patiently, there was no outward change on his face, as the recording turned violent, but his hands twitched. Then, he looked up at the boy..."so will you help me" "...Zat... may take a while." A sudden tired look coming over his face, as he looked at the ground. "Ze vone you know as... 'Deta Teyfour' has vanished, along vith a few uzzers from zis school. Currently, I have no leads, but vat you are looking at..." waving an arm at the destruction of the school about them... "...Iz ze aftermath of a very violent revolt."A grim look coming over his face, he nodded at the boy, as he repocketed his hands. "I don't have much to offer... az of right now. Zat may change in ze near future..." Shifting to his side to look at the boy who was being helped up by the girl. Looking back, he considered getting 'direct' with the boy, and give him a short lecture, or something else less pleasant, but his body... Ah, hell. He'd relax on his rank for today. And besides..."I'm intending on organizing somezing in ze near future..."---
*COUGHCOUGHCOUGH*
Coughing into one of his fists, he looked at it. Some blood. Crap. |
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Post by Windsor (Whin) Johnson on Jun 3, 2008 18:21:44 GMT -8
"I'm intending on organizing somezing in ze near future..."---
said the german man befor he began coughing. i saw him splater blood into his hands this scared me. As i saw the blood driped on the ground i knew some thing was wrong this german friend who i was hoping to become friends of and said he might help me was injured.
"Huh are you ok what happened"
i said this as i stared at the blood driping, and dripping. it remindid me of work.............. well hoping to get any info from this man when he came across it, i scribled on a scrap of paper i pulled out of my colar, and handed it to him.
"here if you ever need any thing or have info for me this is my cell."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 14, 2008 12:41:10 GMT -8
Another One For The Fold? Cautiously, the German remained still for a moment. Maybe it seemed like he was ignoring the previous question, but the fact was, he was just making sure his body didn't regurgitate more blood. Wiping his mouth, he shook his head, putting on a slight grin.."here if you ever need any thing or have info for me this is my cell." Brow raised, but still with the grin, the German quickly whisked into his own pocket, quickly inputting the information... Then with a few extra touches, dialed---Ah.
Tilting his head to the side a bit, he nodded in gratitude. But..."..Vat did you say your name vas again?" |
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Post by Windsor (Whin) Johnson on Jun 20, 2008 21:41:29 GMT -8
"..Vat did you say your name vas again?"
I heard this, then i hit me i forgot my manners, i never asked his name. Oh my i need to learn how to interact with normal humans not just Hardened agents of the SHSK, Well time to fix that,
" Ah My Name is Windsor Horn-Lockwood Johnson, and im sorry but i beleive i did not catch your name,...?Dude? i would be greatly pleased to but a name to the face,..... Dog"
i was prety sure my choce in words is how a normal human would speak, if i do say do my self. why wasent this stuff ever covered in training it wou;ld be so help full in blending in crouds.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 20, 2008 22:32:14 GMT -8
Volf " Ah My Name is Windsor Horn-Lockwood Johnson, and im sorry but i beleive i did not catch your name,...?Dude? i would be greatly pleased to but a name to the face,..... Dog" *Twitch*
*Twitch*
...This guy... American? Hell, it sounded even more strained then the German's voice at times. A sweat drop of incredulity forming at the top of his brow, he smiled, admittedly a bit painfully, as he took that in, teeth baring. "Vell... Mister... uh..."---Goodness. The German was so focused on the name that he... Oh goodness. "Vell, Vinters shall be fine for now. Or 'Volf', if you have to refer to me as a canine of zome zort..." suddenly extending out his own cellphone, pulling out the paper, gave a quick call to the number, assuming this boy had a cellphone."Und... zat is how you shall contact me." finishing it with a lavish, but kind grin."Vell," closing up his cellphone and pocketing it, promptly along with the piece of paper, he nodded at the boy. "Mister Johnson... I vould offer a spar... but right now, my body can't do anyzing justice."And if left at that... well, the German would keep on smiling, before turning away. If, however--- |
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