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Post by topcat on Jun 25, 2008 12:12:27 GMT -8
(OOC: I've RPed before, but this is my first time on a site dedicated to RPing, so please don't bite my head off if I do it wrong, though CC is most welcome)
Satori's white eyes widened and lit up as he walked down the broken concrete path toward his new school, and his eyes laid upon, for the first time, the building he would be spending most of his time at for the next school year. With that he released a sigh of little hope as his eyes trailed to the cracked cement that led the way there. he clicked his toungue, he was far from nervous, however the feeling in his gut pulled that his first day may be eventful in the way he didn't want it to be. he ran one of his large hands and his dangly spiderlike fingers through his platinum blonde hair, the sounds of his sneakers never ceasing as they brought him closer to his new home.
Precepio Satori, born and raised of New york in the little italy district where his father, and former crime boss, raised him into a cold and calous world, this building gave him a strange reminder in his soul that it would be all to simalar to those streets. Satori thought positive though, he was no longer under the employ of his father running drug deals, he was in Long Beach california, on the entire other side of the country, he could start anew, and the people couldn't all be like the jerks on that stupid T.V show, laguna beach, right? He remembered watching the flicking light of his plasma in the highrise of new york his father owned, all the bitch-y girls and the idiotic boys with their faux hawks and the like. but those girls where pretty...
Satori shook his head with slight annoyance, slowly and deliberately. he wiped his face with his hand bringing himself back to the present. He continued walking, thinking of more reasonable things like his classes, and how his teachers might be. minutes that felt like seconds later he was there, standing in front of the flagpole. a slight grimace spread across his face. "you only have to deal with a first day once" he said to himself, his italian accent laced with a new yorker's, and headed toward the office
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"Tuvlan"
Soldier
[M:545]
"Smash? x_^?"
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jun 25, 2008 12:41:49 GMT -8
THE RETURN: A 'RETARDED' EXHIBITION!
Theme Song: Slam by Pendulum SUDDENLY.
BLOOD.
GALLONS OF IT!
...Give or take a few hundred liters. Okay. Maybe it wasn't that terribly bad.
*WHAM*
A body would go sailing in front of the new kid, cratering into the wall. The kid sliding down would cough up quite a bit of blood. But he'd charge forth again. Thing was... there was someone else charging right at the punk. Another... 'punk'. Apparently, this brawl was extending about to quite a ways about the school. But instead of readying up a punch to the kid who was thrown into the wall, the boy with flaming, long red hair would streak towards the kid, and meet him with an unexpected head butt, knocking down the kid instantly. A resounding *CRACK*
It was... 'the boy'. Grinning wildly, teeth bared like some sort of mildly amused hyena-beast-man-thing.
"SMASH!!!"
=D!?
---*CRACK*
With a plank of wood, smashing it over the boy's head, causing the boy to stumble forward, blood running down his already crusting hair. But only light breathing. The cowardly punk behind the boy would laugh derisively. The winning blow?---*WHAM*
BACK HAND TO THE FACE.
=D!?
"SMASH!!!"
=D!?!?!?
Cowardly punk, spinning about twice, was suddenly caught up by the boy's large hand, on the neck. Jetting him off the ground, the boy's left hand would curl back suddenly, bringing about a fist, blasting it indiscriminately into cowardly punk, keeping him up in the air. And repeat the same motion with his other hand, repeating it several times, until it was obvious that gravity would win. A finale kick, and cowardly punk went sailing.
"Smaassssshhh...."
=D...
Turning about slowly, stepping deliberately, without a cause, the boy would grin. Showing off his stolen aviator jacket, black shirt, stolen combat boots, the eye-patch over what used to be his right eye, and the same, ever ludicrous, derisive grin of satisfaction.
The boy was standing between the Italian and the office.
"Smasssh...?"
=D...?
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Post by topcat on Jun 25, 2008 14:54:48 GMT -8
"...shit"
Satori's mind scrambled at what it just witnessed, it was all such a blur. "..ummm...no, no smash... smash bad!" Satori said, trying to size up exactly what this new boy was, and how he acted. The boy stood there, staring, Satori couldn't imagine what was going through his mind, flashes of old mob fights flashed through satori's mind, his hands curled into fists without his permission. White eyes glowing Satori, looked down at his white shirt, now stained with the blood of the man's last victim. "you ruined my shirt.." Satori said, almost sounding bored now, his attitude had changed, his eyes grew fiercer as he stared, no longer showing the fear or worry he had only a moment ago. Satori waited though, he knew his own rules with the law, let the other person strike first, than its legal to strike back, self defense and all that. "swing away friend, I can manage" he said with a smile, preparing to dodge, moreso for a headbutt than for a swing
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"Tuvlan"
Soldier
[M:545]
"Smash? x_^?"
Posts: 370
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jun 25, 2008 16:51:44 GMT -8
Public High School #259 Greeting "...shit" Shit? What did shitting have to do with smashing? The boy scratched his chin, a puzzled look coming over his face."you ruined my shirt.." ---Oh? The boy took careful notice of the hands. No, the fists. His puzzled look quickly turning from puzzled to delighted, as he bared his teeth again."swing away friend, I can manage" "Smash..."
Grinning, nodding, as if he said, 'Yeah, I understand'---
*HURDLEHURDLEHURDLEHURDLE*
Running at a low angle, his arms trailing after him, no hesitation, just speeding. His head aiming straight for his opponent's head, the boy completely unaware of the already prepared counter against such attack.
Thus was the art of "SMASH!?"
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Post by topcat on Jun 25, 2008 17:04:29 GMT -8
"smash smash smash, is that all you say?" Satori taunted, watching with guarded eyes, the pupils encased by white iris's steadily growing smaller.
=D!? "yea, I'll wipe that grin off you're face for you... you'd like that"
Satori's eyes trailed the boy's motions, he was fast, that was instantly noted, he was strong, that was noted before, but he was also...stupid, for lack of a better term. Satori made up his mind, it was wits or nothing to beat this guy. As prepared he dodged back, watching the headbutt that was meant to hit his face.
"gotcha!"
he yelled as his foot swerved upwards toward the downward motion of the boy's face, upward momentum of his foot combined with the downward momentum of the boy's face, momentum and momentum again, that would leave a mark.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jun 25, 2008 17:06:55 GMT -8
"oh great," Gabriel muttered from his dark corner in the hallway "Tuvlan's on another smashing spree."
his eyes glinted up towards the newcomer.
"heads up kid" he shifted back out of tuvlan's way before he could without use of a better word 'mowed down'
he did enjoy however all these new kids getting beaten down on their first days, it was quite funny having avoided so many himself.
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"Tuvlan"
Soldier
[M:545]
"Smash? x_^?"
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jun 25, 2008 17:22:17 GMT -8
The Thing About Lack Of Self-Restraint "smash smash smash, is that all you say?" What? WHAT!? Something OTHER than smash!? That was blasphemy! That was madness! That was... actually, highly logical. But it probably hadn't occured to the newcomer who "Tuvlan" was. Nor could the charging boy hear out what was sound reason."yea, I'll wipe that grin off you're face for you... you'd like that" The boy could either did nothing or was aware of nothing, as the newcomer created an extra space for his own attack.---"gotcha!" *WHAM*
Oh. He got the boy alright. But the boy's entire momentum was pressed forward, and in spite of the pain, his body was sent sailing forward... underneath his opponent. And at the speed the boy was going (not that he had any control over it), he might end up tripping the newcomer, with a coincedental first attack. EIther way:
This was a sign of a good opponent.
He felt giddy inside. That happy-pants giddy-full-of-platonic-wizard giddy-happy-go-go-fun-time happy."heads up kid"Provided nothing was done to alter the boy's sliding course, he'd swirl his legs, 'til he was facing the newcomer again. Unbeknowest to the boy, the watcher was just a little bit to his back right.
"SMASSSHHHH!!!!"
=D?!?!
Backhanding left-ways, backhanding right ways, and then reverse-headbutting (coincedentally towards the observer), he grunted, still grinning in that 'off' manner that was his trademark, and dashed forward again... at a low speed.
"SMASH!!"
=D!
Another seeming headbutt. Angle low, his head rushing forth, hair trailing after him... but his arms were slightly arced at his sides, as they flailed after him: AN ARM ATTACK! D=
Deviating slightly to the side, the boy hoped to catch the newcomer/opponent/new play thing with his long arm, and set up the brawl.
A real super brawl. With lots of smashing.
Smash.
Yeah.
A super smash brawl, like with brothers.
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Post by topcat on Jun 25, 2008 18:05:25 GMT -8
The ground hissed in protest as satori's feet skidded across it, trying in vain not to trip. he fell gracefully, his hands shooting out and swinging him back around to face the boy, once again charging. Another headbutt? another kick to the face? no, no one could be that stupid, not even a retard.
Satori pulled back into a stance. on each hand his forefinger and middle finger extended like blades, the many chains he wore clinged together as he broght them up defensively. He sighed, the sound of the boy's stomping footsteps grew closer. everything but those footsteps faded out, the awkward boy who had shouted, the onlookers to their little fight, everything went black except the other boy. "I present to you the anti-smash" Satori said, laughing inside at how very different their two attacks where.
The boy drew closer
Satori was suddenly happy he was moving slower than before, his hair would make it harder to hit, and there was a low chance of it working perfectly anyway, but he could hope.
The boy drew closer
Satori intended to use his two fingers to stab into a pressure point just to the right of the spinal chord and the boys neck, with luck it would cause him to go into a spasm, just long enough to land a couple good blows while he was down.
The boy was now only a foot away
Satori stabbed down, trying to jedge the timeing to hit the boy, with luck and good aim the boy would spasm off to one side for satori to pounce on.
The boy was there
The stab was already on its way
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"Tuvlan"
Soldier
[M:545]
"Smash? x_^?"
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jun 25, 2008 18:29:23 GMT -8
SMASH. ALL OVER THE FLOOR. D= *STAB*
*STUMBLE*
*CRASH INTO WALL*
*GROANS OF PAIN*
...Would be the quick summary. So yes, the stab went along perfectly, as the newcomer had hoped, but again, the momentum was recklessly brought about, with no hope for recourse, so unless the boy got out of the way, he'd be tripped over, which would be painful for anyone and everyone involved.
The slam into the wall would be one of those, 'OHP! BROKE YOUR FACE!' moments, unable to move for a moment, before he'd back-hand swing violently behind himself, and step up again, unless he was being wailed on. Which would result in a back-and-forth back-hand fist-strikes. Left then right.
..His fighting style would quickly become obvious.. and very easy to counter. The issue would then become countering his attacks with the proper ones.
"Tuvlan" was looking pretty "SMASH!?"ed up, though Arms, face, and legs, bleeding lightly, but incessantly from all the accumulating scrapes and cuts... 'Although the boy failed to realize it himself.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jun 25, 2008 19:14:22 GMT -8
The echo from Gabriel's laughs were ringing just loud enough to be heard over the stumbling pair wrestling around incesanly about.
the cries of laughter almost brought tears to is eyes.
from his corner Gabriel watched as the newcomer jabbed Tulvan, followed by a crazed spazm which made him lose it.
the continued laughter seemed to drag on far longer than necessary.
"wow I wish I had a camera" Gabriel snickered as he regained his composure and continue to mock the fight going on before him.
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Post by topcat on Jun 25, 2008 19:47:51 GMT -8
OOC: wrestling is a poor way to describe that, satori is actually rather graceful, lol
Satori dodged right with his jab, the fist of the boy hit his side but no vital damage was done. Satori watched him crash into a wall, then heard the boy behind him laughing. "hey buddy, you're next if you don't cut it out" Satori promised before turning back to the boy in the wall, who was backswinging like crazy before turning around. "dammit... still not down, seriously?" Satori moaned, before running forward. boldly he lunged, throwing the palm of his hand toward the boy's nose, hoping to knock him back into the wall.
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"Tuvlan"
Soldier
[M:545]
"Smash? x_^?"
Posts: 370
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jun 25, 2008 20:05:19 GMT -8
OOC: IC and OOC are seperate. If he says it IC, that's just his IC opinion...  Don't let it offend you. And if that's what he means in OOC as well... Well, we're all friends here, aren't we? =D
Also, Ryan, you completely ignored my attacks about 2-4 posts back (the back-hand-fist-strikes), but I'll let it slide. And Then He Went...: *SMASH*
Sailing back, cratering deeper into the wall, the boy coughed up blood.
Grinning.
"...Smaasshh..."
=D!?
Not even bothering to wipe the blood from his mouth (not being aware of it, anyways...), he slunk forward... standing tall.
Crunch down...
JUMP UP!!!
Pulling off a forward spin, his nerves quick to recover (via overextensive exertion, or...), he attempted a meteor kick downward, and would use this momentum to try and kick multiple times at the newcomer, who could totally roll out of the way, if he dodged out of the way immediatly... But there was an opening, right at the boy's chest, as all his wings came about, leaving his center completely fresh for the taking.
A gamble.
LET'S SEE WHO "SMASH"ES WHO!
=D!?
Oh.
And guess what the boy was saying, as he kicked dozens upon dozens of times at the newcomer? ^_~
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Post by topcat on Jun 25, 2008 20:25:19 GMT -8
Satori's eyes widened but he lacked reaction time to say anything as the first kick came careening at him. His hands flew up at the foot coming at him, grabbing it. He was no where near strong enough to stop the kick, which kept going and hit satori dead in the face, blood oozing from his nose, but it left the retards leg in his hands, he then threw the boy down to the ground before the boy could use his other leg for a kick, lunging over the boy and begining to beat his face.
had the boy continued his kick unpreturbed by the grab satori would have fallen, rolling back, and spinning with a kick toward the boy's chest
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"Tuvlan"
Soldier
[M:545]
"Smash? x_^?"
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Jun 25, 2008 20:47:57 GMT -8
SUPER SMASH BROS. BRAWL! WITHOUT THE INCEST! =D!? DELICIOUS SMASH IS DELICIOUS. =D
---BUT SMASH GRAB IS SLIGHTLY UNDERCOOKED. D=
Crashing down, hard on his ass, the boy fell forward, his rising up to his chest---*WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM...*
Quite a few of the strikes making it across the boy's face, upper chest, etcetera.---But with a quick movement from his free arms, he'd sweep them upwards, and instead of blocking, begin punching back, rocking himself back and forth to bring about the momentum, punching indiscriminantly up towards the newcomer...
*WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM...*
"SMASHSMASHSMASHSMASHSMASHSMASHSMASH..."
NOW THIS WAS SOME DELICIOUS "SMASH!?"
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Post by topcat on Jun 25, 2008 22:05:53 GMT -8
The boy was still fast, far faster than originally expected or hoped for, amazement sent a cold shiver down Satori's spine as punches began flying up at him. It would have been a funny scen to watch one man stradling another, punching him in the face over and over while his victim punched right back from off the groud. One glanced off his cheek, another off his shoulder, until finally a blow laid across satori's face sending him careening back through the air, and on his back a few feet away. Satori felt his face, the blood from his nose was drying, and his cheek was sore from that last punch, nothing he hadn't been through before.
He leaped to his feet, pulling back into his stance, he lunged forward spinning backwards for momentum to a backhand fist at the boy
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Don't let it offend you. And if that's what he means in OOC as well... Well, we're all friends here, aren't we? =D