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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 11, 2008 18:07:38 GMT -8
Mathew would sigh inwardly as he walked through the dead halls of the correctional facility. He had still yet to be busted about the glass and metal that he had hidden which was a good sign, he was sure that he was in the clear now. Still it wasn't time to let his guard down. He was cooperating now with Sean but he was still surrounded by enemies. He wasn't deluded in to thinking that him and Sean were buddies, and he didn't really trust the other students that were in here... well except for one.
Mathew had a duffel bag with him now courtesy of Sean. Not only was he testing people but he was a delivery boy now it seemed. That fact really pissed him off, but there was little he could do about it now. He was waiting for the right moment to make his move and today would bring him one day closer to that moment.
His destination was at the end of the section of the facility that he was permitted to wander without an escort. Though there were still places he had to be watched. The storeroom was one, and Sean's office another. Anywhere that they didn't trust him, which was basically anywhere where he could do something to get out, or so they all thought.
It wouldn't take him long to arrive at his destination. A room where two girls would be waiting unaware of what was to happen. They probably knew that it would be a combat exercise since that was what Sean normally did, but he was sure his presence was going to be a surprise. He would simply open the door and walk in before closing it behind him. The automatic lock clicking shut so no one could get out without the card key in his pocket, or if a guard came and opened the door.
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Post by olesya on Jul 11, 2008 18:50:23 GMT -8
Olesya had been sleeping when the guards came to her cell. She had been doing a lot of that lately, as there really wasn't much to do in a square room with no way out. Pacing and sleeping and plotting. It was good to know that Emily was here, and Roland too. Two friends she knew she could trust, but what of the other students? There were far too many questions and not enough answers. She would just have to keep her eyes peeled until opportunities presented themselves to her...before it was too late.
Pulling her roughly to her feet, Olesya blinked the sleep from her eyes, groggily stumbling into step until her motor functions awoke and she walked between two tall men. They wouldn't speak to her other then to shove her along or tell her to hurry up if she as dragging her feet. This place really lacked in the manners department, for sure. After about a minute of walking they paused before a door, unlocking it and shoving her inside with a gruff 'wait here.'
As if she had a choice.
Sighing, the junior collapsed into a chair, crossing her arms and slouching. This was really getting old. What was her family doing right now? Were they worried? Of course they were worried, there was probably an amber alert out or something wild like that. Were they even still in Long Beach? Having been brought here unconscious, Olesya didn't know what lied outside these cement walls, if they were even still in California. The scant few writings she saw on belongings to the place read "CSCF" leaving her to believe anything from California State to Central Siberia.
That would sum up the kind of thought churning through her mind this entire time. Moving on..
Click. The door handle turned and the door opened, admitting a single individual. No guards, so he probably worked here. But it wasn't the warden...who was this guy? Hazel eyes narrowed slightly in confusion as she stared at him, still displaying her posture to convey passive disobedience to this entire imprisoned thing. She hadn't had to fight anyone since that doped up kid the moment they got here, but Emily had said that she fought around 150 people, the nightmare had yet to start for her. Could this be it? Her father always said to hope for the best, but expect the worst, afterall.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 11, 2008 19:10:56 GMT -8
It had been late at night apparently, that or Bastille was damn tired. As soon as she had arrived at her cell she had done but one thing. Use her hands to feel for the bed. For a while she had sat up in silence before taking each contact and carefully putting them in her eyes. Her head had been throbbing for the next hour do to the soul fact the contact made her eyes sting. Tears constantly flowed from them down her soft cheeks to the bed pillow. It made the sleeping Bastille look rather depressed in her sleep.
She wasn’t sleeping deeply so her mind was more of drowning about distant thoughts, and closer ones like how to over come a fever in five minutes. Which of course was impossible but it was worth a try. Bastille had been having a stomach ache since she got to the room and once had even had to hold back from throwing up. Her body was working double time trying to suppress this odd feeling inside which was probably why she felt so exhausted yet, due to constant muscle spasms was unable to sleep deeply.
In other words, here she was now lying on her side on a bed. Curled up and clutching her stomach which was still bugging her slightly. (over the night the new feeling had been numbing her entire body trying to get passed being suppressed) Her eyes seemed to be in pain the most at the moment stinging her even in her sleep. Suddenly the door opened and her eyes flashed open almost demonically. When she saw the shadows of the enforcers she sighed and closed her eyes again.
“may I help you?” she growled, her voice gruff from lack of sleep.
Her body was sweating in the extremely cold room which wasn’t a good sign. She sat up looking alright except for her complexion. Good thing, since this also meant whatever that drug was trying to do, it was succeeding in numbing her body of pain for the moment. She wanted to go home and wrap up in a blanket though and there where no blankets here. She stood up as they motioned for her to follow and more willingly then not she followed them eyes closed. She whipped away the tears with her sleeve and hoped no more would follow. They would only succeed in making her look all the more pathetic.
As she entered the room she recognized she was but the second to enter. The guards let go of her arms once inside and closed the door behind them. Bastille seemed to be good at blind walking and she found a place against the opposite wall crossing her arms defensivly over her chest. Leaning against the wall she waited until someone spoke. She wouldn’t open her eyes until then. Even as a third and seemingly final member added himself to the room she didnt open her eyes only sat still and unmoving. Her last moments trying to fight off the fever and impossibly regain a healthy complexsion.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 11, 2008 19:31:05 GMT -8
He would look similar to them, medical shirt and pants making up most of his outfit, though he was currently barefoot by his own choosing. He would have his arm guards on that Sean gave him as well, though those would not be visible since he would be wearing his old Moss green jacket. The Earth Dragon Coat which was now equipped to make him an even more formidable opponent. As if he wasn't already a sight to behold.
Mathew would look over the two girls that were in the room. His project for the day. It was disappointing but not unexpected. He always figured that with few exceptions men were stronger and more able to handle trauma's to the body. Judging by Bastille he was right since he has yet to have an ill side effect to the testing. Though to be fair he was always above average, his body always able to withstand more then most.
Mathew would drop the back to the ground making it land with a loud thud as the items inside hit the ground. He assumed that it would make Bastille look at him, if not he was sure his next action would. He would let out a loud and shrill whistle to make sure she was listening before he spoke, his tone the same arrogant and condescending one that she had grown to know since they met.
"Bastille come." He would say expecting her to get up from where she was at and come to his side like a good girl. The thought that she wouldn't didn't even cross his mind. In the mean time he would take the chance to look over the other, healthier looking girl that was in the room. He wondered if this was Sean's way of making a joke. Two girls and he was sure neither was a match for him. He knew Bastille wasn't, and he was sure even with his gifts and each other they would not be a match for him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 11, 2008 19:46:55 GMT -8
Bastille stood in silence, hunched over and her arm crossed, as the loud clank of the bag drew her attention. She heard a whistle and her mind immediately stopped its train of thoughts. She was to sick to scream what she wanted.
‘WHY ON GODS-F’ING-GREEN EARTH IS HE HERE!!! IS THIS SOME JOKE TO GET US ALL KILLED….SEAN IS PAST LUNATIC, HES A COMPLETE PYSCHO’
Of course her words where screamed on her obvious tensing of the body. As she heard his voice command her…HER…her heart stopped. Why, in all honest to god goodness was this happening to her. Screw becoming strong, she had asked Sean to give her strength enough to beat him, not get beat up by him while providing something of a challenge.
She lifted her head slowly her eyes opening in a flash. The usually brilliant crimson red was slightly tinted orange as if she where looking into a fire pit. The odd glow of it made her eyes look demonic the way they did back in the cell. She pushed herself from the wall and walked towards him her hands at her sides clenched tight. She looked weary, and rather uncertain of his motives in forcing her to come forward.
She then grew angry her face showing deep resentment to all that was around her.
“you better have a very good explanation why it is you got caught and why im being forced to fight you…ive heard of fighting stronger to become stronger but this is ridiculous” she hissed with venom.
She continued to glared up at him her eyes giving off a more evil feel then angry. Thank god her eyes seemed to stop watering. But she could feel the sweat still beading on her face.
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Post by olesya on Jul 13, 2008 18:10:48 GMT -8
The junior's hazel gaze looked up as the second girl came in, walking around with her eyes closed. It was the girl from the first room, but then she had her eyes open, was there a reason she was walking around with them closed? Had she been experimented on already? Olesya didn't even know the girl's name much less anything about her. She'd seen her in school once or twice, she had rather unique eyes, and of course upon waking up in this establishment. Her hazel hues lingered on her before returning to the boy when he let out a shrill whistle, calling to the closed-eyed girl like he would a dog.
Um, excuse me?
He wasn't even calling to her, ans she felt insulted. Olesya narrowed her eyes, watching the scene play out in front of her. Bastille. He called her Bastille. It could be her name or a nickname of sorts, afterall he was treating her like some sort of misbehaving pet. Another name to add to her registry. Bastille, and Dots...Masaru, Roland, and herself. And Emily. Was that everyone here?
“you better have a very good explanation why it is you got caught and why im being forced to fight you…ive heard of fighting stronger to become stronger but this is ridiculous”
A boatload of information in just one breath. Caught? She spoke to this boy as if she knew him, and this being caught business could explain his treatment of her. Olesya continued sitting her her seat, arms crossed, looking rather displeased. Would they have to fight him? And 'fighting stronger to get stronger' looked as though all she'd heard from Emily was about to begin for herself. The only problem was that she couldn't tell right off who had been altered and who not. Emily had the white hair, but she only knew this because she knew her before this entrapment. Olesya would be unable to pinpoint differences in these people right off the bat, especially if they weren't manifested in an obvious physical way.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 13, 2008 18:37:39 GMT -8
For the moment Mathew was ignoring the other girl, he would get to her in a second. But now before him was his pet Bastille, his slave. It was better then he could have planned. He had a way out of here and dropped in his lap was someone that in theory would obey whatever he told her to do. He couldn't help but grin down at her, fate truly did favor him it would seem.
Mathew's hand would reach down and stroke the back of her neck in a very uncharacteristic show of affection for Bastille. Before she could say something to give that fact away he would lower his head and pull her in to a short kiss breaking it with a soft hushing sound so she would know to stay silent if she was smart. His lips would move from hers to her ears gently kissing that as he whispered in to her ears softly to ensure that Sean wouldn't be able to pick it up.
"Sean is watching, but I have a way out." He would whisper softly as he slowly pulled back from her giving her a small wink as he stroked her cheek. "Why Bastille you look lovely even in a place like this. A flower in an otherwise gloomy existence."
He was laying it on thick but he wanted to make sure that Sean wasn't catching on to anything. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, or something along those lines. They had some kind of relationship at least. Either way he got the message to her and hopefully she would be smart about it. He would look away from Bastille after that and grin at the other girl. He didn't know her name but at the moment that wasn't important.
"Well don't just stand there I come bearing gifts." He would say with a cocky grin as he opened up his duffel bag picking it up once again. His left hand would reach in to it pulling out two brand new combat boots which he would toss to the girl that he didn't know.
"Sean wanted me to give you these as a gift." He would with a small shake of his head. "I would suggest putting them on unless you would rather use the footwear they have standard here for fighting me." He would say, his tone indicating that it would be a good idea to put them on. Turning his attention back to Bastille he would grin even wider. The next items he had grabbed on his own when he found the storeroom that had a bunch of his stuff and what he could only assume was the other captured kid's stuff.
Reaching in he would pull out her sword, the one that she had when she was in his truck before and he would drop it down next to her feet before he reached in to grab the last item's which would consist of her Cigarettes and a lighter that was almost empty, but it would allow her to smoke.
"And these I thought would make you more then happy to see me." He would say with a wink still not answering her question. Once he passed out his treats he would move over to the door of the room making sure that it was locked before turning to face them once more.
"As for how I got here. I took on Leon alone, I was wounded in the fight and Sean picked me up while I was injured. I tried to fight but he beat me, and he also had 5 enforcers with guns so I doubt I would have gotten far if I ran. Though I chose to cooperate for the time being since I had no way to stop him from testing on me, I decided that I would at least get some freedoms for my trouble."
He would say looking at both of the girls with his trademark cocky grin before he swiped his bangs out of his face. His toes would clench against the hard rubber surface that made up the whole room and he would cross his arms over his chest before continuing.
"As for what I am doing here in this room this is Sean's first test. Consider yourself lucky that you only have to fight me. I was pitted against 100 fighters at once." He would say scoffing at his challenge trying to make as if it wasn't even a challenge even though he was barely able to do it with Emily. 100 fighters was no small amount.
"Don't worry about the result, I doubt you guys can beat me and that isn't the aim. He just wants to see how you fair against someone of my level. " He would finish off still waiting to see how they reacted to this news, and waiting to see if one of them attacked him.
OOC: Ally's boots grant her +10 Con and +5 Dex. I was given permission to give her this item by Leon.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 13, 2008 19:17:38 GMT -8
Bastille flinched slightly as his hand came closer to her face. She couldn’t believe she had either. As his fingers traced her cheeks she immediately began to go on code red alert. What was he doing. Was this his form of attack and if so what was he going to do. His muscles didn’t show any hesitation or strong movement either. Man these contact where pretty cool. BUT THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT. He was touching her and what if he noticed her fever. She bit her lip before he came closer as his arm went around her waist to pull her rather short form up.
“hey…wait what are you-…mph!?!”
Her eyes about bulged out of her sockets as she didn’t expect this. Her entire body went into a giddy frenzy and THAT she hated. She began to squirm against her bodies will. Her fever took her head the next moment she guessed, for she was over come with a dizzy feeling. As his lips moved to her ear she shivered but kept silent. Her mind was to boggled to do so. As he whispered his knowledge she didn’t even react. She smirked however.
When he let go of her she was still recovering her mind a bit. His words where also trying to register in her mind. As he threw the other girl her boots Bastille continued to just sit trying to regain her balance. However it was when he was done talking did she draw her hand back and slap him as hard as she could across the cheek.
“YOU IMBICILE!!!! I NEVER AGREED TO GO OUT WITH YOU SO WOULD YOU STOP KISSING ME EVERY TIME YOU SEE ME!!! ITS HELL IRRITATING!!! Thanks for the sword and the cigarettes…ill take it as your apology!.....and im not a flower”
She hissed, mumbling the last bit. She grabbed her sword with one hand and the cigarettes with another. She then picked up the light with the same hand as the cigarettes and walked over to the other girl. She stuck a cigarette in her mouth and lit it while the sword rests on her side. After she was done lighting it she offered one to the other girl and despite weather she took one or not also invited her with a lighter. If she didn’t take either she threw both of them back at the duffle bag on the ground and then with her right hand she took the sword and the other the cig out of her mouth and blew out smoke.
“avoid hitting the coat, hit everything else but the coat…we may do some damage” and with that she walked back to her corner to ready herself for the fight. She would not make the first move.
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Post by olesya on Jul 13, 2008 19:30:18 GMT -8
The boy seemed to be toying with the girl, and kissed her at her protest. Olesya became rigid in her chair, eyes flashing at the vagrant disregard for personal space. If the bag of testosterone even so much as touched her he would find a very rude awakening, one the silver haired girl gave him with a hard smack across the face. Good, she was strong willed, and nothing like he was treating her as. It was that moment that she mentally drew the line between her and Bastille and the unknown boy. He was no friend of hers.
And yet he was bestowing them gifts.
Catching the boots instinctively, she turned each over in her hands, peering inside and inspecting for any gimmicks. Why would he give her shoes when all of her personal belongings were confiscated? 'Sean wanted me to give you these as a gift.' Who was Sean and why did she deserve a gift? Perhaps Sean was Barker's first name, the warden, their captor. Why would he be giving them gifts if they were prisoners and experiments?
Olesya nodded slightly at Bastille as she offered the cigarettes, shaking one out of the near empty pack and placing it between her lips. After lighting it, she tossed the lighter and pack at the duffel bag with one hand, pulling the cigarette from her mouth with the other, exhaling slowly. She hadn't put the boots on just yet.
"What's the catch?"
She asked, looking from him down to the boots in her free hand and back at him. She didn't want to put on something that was a trap. For all she knew there could be some kind of sedative or poison in the lining. Perhaps some extra weight to hinder her, though the boots felt of normal mass. Something just wasn't settling right with her, hopefully the cigarette would help calm her racing heart and nerves and she took another drag, her eyes not leaving the boy, though from her peripheral vision she saw Bastille backing away, offering pointers. ..Hit everything but the jacket. An odd request, but one she could manage when it got down to it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 13, 2008 20:09:17 GMT -8
Mathew would let Bastille's words wash over him with just that same cocky grin on his face. He didn't take her words to heart for several reasons. The first being that he kissed her so that he could give her the message without alerting Sean to what he was doing. The second was the fact that he thought she liked it. She didn't stop him ever and she was all flushed. His guess was that she was just shy, or maybe she didn't like to be thought of as easy. Maybe she just needed a strong man and she was just trying to see if he was strong enough for her? Either way he didn't care, she was his and he would do what he wanted.
He would let out a small laugh as he brought his hand up to his cheek where she had slapped him, a dull throbbing feeling could be felt under his skin but it wasn't bad. He would just continue to smile warmly at her as if she had just kissed him back.
"And it is always the most precious of flowers that are covered in thorns." He would say hoping to bait her some more. She never could take a compliment it seemed.
The transaction of the cigarettes didn't interest him and he would just silently watch them until the other girl spoke up, and with a very smart question. One that would bring a smile to Mathew's lips, she didn't know him but he wasn't about to lie, he never did lie. It was against his own moral code, and he liked to keep a reputation for honesty. This way promises, information, and threats were all reliable. If Mathew said it then you could take it to the bank. That was the reputation he had in New York at least.
"The catch? Well it probably isn't what you think. Don't you know why you are here? Sean is testing us right now. He is watching this room with cameras. Every word we say is recorded. We are injected with chemicals to enhance our bodies and heal our wounds. Who knows why, I sure as hell don't. I have my theories but thats it." He would say with a shrug and a small sigh. He didn't like not knowing but he couldn't help that now. He figured this had something to do with the military, performance enhancing drugs being tested on delinquents instead of valuable soldiers. This way if the side effects were fatal the subjects wouldn't be missed.
"There is no catch though. At least not a direct one. You can fight me and further Sean's plans or you can not fight me and get beat to hell and back. Because I assure you, I don't like Sean, but for the time being I am siding with him because it benefits me the most. I would suggest fighting me." He would say cheerfully trying to be helpful. After all this was not the best situation for anyone and he did like to help cute girls, and both of them were very cute.
He would laugh when he heard Bastille tell her to hit him anywhere but the coat. That wasn't quite how it worked. The coat protected him but he was tough period. He was unstoppable with or without it. Looking at the other girl he had yet to get a name for he would shake his head and grin.
"The reason she says that is because the coat is made from a special material. It will protect me from the impact of your blows. While it is true that I am less protected where it doesn't touch, I am still very tough. It's called the Earth Dragon Coat. Which of course would make me the Earth Dragon." He would say smugly as he leaned against the wall still watching them. "If you have any more questions I am more then happy to answer them, though it is only delaying the inevitable result of the fight, because I can promise you that you will not beat me." He would say very that what he said was the absolute truth.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 13, 2008 20:41:44 GMT -8
Bastille twitched at the comment and continued to make smoke signals with her lips. She popped them and turned back to face Matt. Her face emotionless.
“he means it...well lets get this over with” she said her voice, like it had before going from its ruff angry voice to a delicately regal and dangerous sounding voice. Something that sounded more natural to the expression on her face. She pursed her lips and bit it softly letting the blood flow over her lip. She then rubbed her lips together making it so that the blood was like lipstick. She then took her sword and took a protective stance.
She was still sweating her body numb and ready to go. Her contacts seemed to sink into her eyes a little as she was able to see every muscle movement of Mathews body. Her eyes seemed to watch at a rapid speed and she couldn’t control it. She no longer needed to concentrate on focusing; the contacts did that for her. She took a step back and prepared for anything. He was still very fast, and his muscles where flexing slightly. He was simply prepairing himself, but why was that making her blush.
Bastille let all thoughts flow out of her mind as she stared at him almost demonically. Her hand unquivering at the hilt of her sword. However she felt odd. The cigarettes had broken down her concentration on suppressing a new feeling. One that took complete control over her entire body making her muscles freeze yet burn at the same time. She however sat motionless as this thing called qi took effect around her.
She could feel it flowing freely through her body like never before. Looking at her hand she could see her won muscles vibrating in want of motion. She didn’t understand what this was. This odd new power. She would try to suppress it from taking a much stronger form. She hopped Sean would not be able to see this.
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Post by olesya on Jul 14, 2008 12:49:46 GMT -8
"The catch? Well it probably isn't what you think. Don't you know why you are here? Sean is testing us right now. He is watching this room with cameras. Every word we say is recorded. We are injected with chemicals to enhance our bodies and heal our wounds. Who knows why, I sure as hell don't. I have my theories but thats it."
Alright, so he had been modified. Experimented on. Mutilated chemically. But what about the girl? She didn't look too much different than the last time she had seen her, but then again, Olesya didn't know her very well. But the boy had one thing wrong, they hadn't all been enhanced just yet. Olesya was still thankfully completely herself, though now if she had to fight this guy hyped on steroids or whatever, she was feeling a little weak in comparison.
And Olesya Van deBogart hated feeling weak.
Begrudgingly, she slipped the combat boots on over the odd cloth slippers, using them as socks. The last thing she wanted was to have blisters all over her feet. Standing up, she pushed her chair back, exhaling a stream of smoke.
"There is no catch though. At least not a direct one. You can fight me and further Sean's plans or you can not fight me and get beat to hell and back. Because I assure you, I don't like Sean, but for the time being I am siding with him because it benefits me the most. I would suggest fighting me."
If it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he was going to get. Afterall, fighting was one of the things she loved best. She had taken on the tall man at the underground arena who spoke in tongues, he was a psychology teacher, and the spikey haired Leon, now that had been a fun figh- Lightbulb. This boy had mentioned Leon. Fighting him. Was Leon here? Or had the boy been fighting Leon, lost, and was the only one taken while Leon escaped? Olesya didn't really know him outside of their one meeting, but he was rather strong, and a good individual. If Sean Barker had gotten to him, who knows what this monster was capable of doing?
"The reason she says that is because the coat is made from a special material. It will protect me from the impact of your blows. While it is true that I am less protected where it doesn't touch, I am still very tough. It's called the Earth Dragon Coat. Which of course would make me the Earth Dragon."
A blank stare would accompany this little story. Clearly the junior didn't know a thing about dragon titles or anything of the sort. Maybe it was a childhood nickname or even worse, a self proclaimed title. Whatever it was, it didn't matter, what mattered was that jacket of his. It absorbed blows, and as jackets primarily took up the entire torso and arm area, that left little to attack. She might as well just hit the cement wall for all its worth.
"If you have any more questions I am more then happy to answer them, though it is only delaying the inevitable result of the fight, because I can promise you that you will not beat me."
Olesya clenched her fists, her face setting determinedly. He had just issued them a challenge, and as much as Olesya liked fighting, she couldn't refuse a challenge even more. She lightly bounced on her toes, trying out her movement in them. They felt comfortably light, and less hindering than she expected. No time like the present for a test run, eh?
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 14, 2008 20:13:52 GMT -8
Mathew was a man of simplicity, his moves tended to be simple, his reasons for doing what he did simple, but he was a cunning man. Mathew didn't like being told no and he didn't like being ordered around. It was because of that Mathew wanted to be unbeatable, so no one could tell him no. So no one could stop him. However, now he was Sean's lackey and he did not like that. He had a way out but he wasn't taking it yet? Why was that? Because there was a chance of failure and if he was caught then his way out would vanish. He didn't intend to do it unless he was sure that he could get out, and for the time being he wanted to see if he could get some back up. In case shit hit the fan, hopefully Mathew's test today would net him allies. They didn't have to like him, fact of the matter was they were all they had. Mathew had given them information, Sean was testing them, the room was bugged, he didn't like Sean, and that he had a way out. He would play his role in this show, but he hoped that these girls were sharp enough to understand what was going on. He intended to spell it out for them, but trust was an issue they might get hung up on.
Normally in a fight Mathew liked to bait his enemy in to attacking him, however this was a test and neither of them seemed to be making a move to attack him. That meant that he would have to make the first move, so be it.
Mathew would slowly push himself away from the wall looking at the two girls, the unnamed one seemed to be in better shape then Bastille though. So he would go for the girl with the boots.
Slowly he would walk toward her his eyes scanning her body for hints of what she was going to do while keeping Bastille in mind. It wasn't his first time fighting more then one person. His pace was slow and confident, like a lion slowly stalking his pray. Closer and closer he would get to the girl until all of a sudden his body would spring in to action, speed which he had not shown them yet would be used to close the distance. This wasn't the typical charge attack however, before he entered striking distance Mathew's body would fall forward as if tripping. The trip was planned however as he used his personal favorite opening move, his body would go in to a roll as his hands shot out against the ground sending his body shooting to the girl like a spring feet first. Mathew's legs would shoot out aiming to hit the girl hard in the chest with both feet in this variation of the donkey kick. Whether or not his blow landed Mathew's body would fall from the gravity, as his body fell Mathew would shift his weight to send his whole body spinning in to a sweep kick in an attempt to knock the girl off her feet. The goal was to disorient her with the first kick and trip her with the second one, hopefully causing her some pain in the process.
Should the girl trip and Bastille not interfere then Mathew would attempt to get on top of the downed girl to start a grapple. If he missed or if Bastille jumped in then he would do his best to adapt to the situation.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 14, 2008 21:48:45 GMT -8
Bastille watched his muscles and smirked. Sean was right. She could calculate the result of a chess game with these. Her eyes adapted and her body, though shaky, began to tremble with the desire to fight. It was an almost evil feeling that sent waves of power running through her body. It wasn’t enough to beat Mathew but boy did it feel good. She was going to try and hit this thing to the end.
Bastille began with a random battle move. Her sword held in her hand as her side she shifted herself around the room. Running at top speed, and that was fast. Her speed her greatest ability was made so much faster when she didn’t have to concentrate. She continued to run from spot to spot trying to find an opening. The expression on her face did not waver though a small evil smirk crossed her lips. Is only her sword where sharp.
As Mathew rolled into the other girl Bastille dashed to a near by spot. As soon as he flung himself back Bastille was there. Unfortunately the way she had gotten there only gave her time to jam her sword into the shoulder blade which of course with that god forsaken coat of his would do nothing. She then persisted to move out of the way stopping about five yards from them breathing heavily.
Damn the fever. Her body was able to move so much faster, and calculate and react so much better, and yet here she was her body shaking and practically dying. She decided to play cat circle again allowing her body to regain the strength to move efficiently again. Meanwhile she was letting small whisps of her Qi go. The bright crystal blue like aura continued to slowly emanate out of her hand and right arm. She looked at it and growled. Sean wouldn’t miss that. She then gripped her sword tightly. She stood in place watching Mathews muscles intently. If he even came close to her she would dart away. She refused to take him on until she could handle another attack.
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Post by olesya on Jul 18, 2008 15:27:47 GMT -8
It looked like Trench Coat chose her first. Smirking all smirkingly smirkiful, he came toward her all menacingly...and tripped? Olesya was about to make a mental comment about his clumsiness, when his body started tucking and rolling. ...
Normally people fell on their faces when they tripped.
As he began to unravel into a kick, Olesya spent a split second praying her boots worked and sprung from the ground. The chair she had been sitting at stood at about 1 o'clock to her, and as she jumped she vaulted up and forward, seemingly toward the attacking boy. However, he was attacking from the ground, and she was approximately six feet in the air. Tilting her body forward, her hands met the back of the chair, providing a base for her legs to come up and around like a cartwheel.
The boy made an opening attack with his feet, oddly convenient as Olesya's fighting style utilized her feet as well. Capoeira, dance fighting. Fighting was like a game to the rocker chick, and this wouldn't be any different, right?
Finishing her cartwheel, her feet landed lightly onto the ground facing her chair on the right side, her body slightly twisted. Bending her knees, she swung the chair around her to gain momentum before letting it fly at his head. The white haired girl might have a sword, but Olesya could be rather resourceful with her weapons when need be. Let the games begin.
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