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Post by ovahlord on Jul 20, 2008 2:42:53 GMT -8
"I DON'T NEED YOUR FORGIVENESS! I DON'T NEED YOUR HATE! I DON'T NEED YOUR ACCEPTANCE! SO WHAT SHOULD I DO!?" The blond haired male had his hair free today, it was whipping everywhere from underneath that mask, his head jerking around sporadically as the sounds of beating drums and a rather ridiculously loud guitar blared in his ears, killing any hope of hearing in old age. He was stumbling around, his entire body rocking in convulsions almost like he was having a rather wicked seizure, but if you got close enough he was just entranced by the loud ass music slipping free from headphones. He did not have on a shirt today underneath his black twill trench coat, instead white bandaging could be seen from his first fight in this place.. on the very first day mind you. The SMASH!? boy as he remembered him, could not really get any other word out of his mouth, but he sure as hell seemed intent on causing damage. Right now Christian was doing more damage to himself, slamming that metal mask into lockers and the wall now and then, leaving dents in the metal and slight cracks in the concrete. "I'LL BE SORRY SO YOU SAID! WELL I'M NOT SORRY! BANG YOU'RE DEAD!" He was yelling in rhythm with the beat, full on head butting a random person in the hallway as the word BANG slipped from his lips, causing the poor boy to curl up into the fetal position as he fell to the ground a bit of blood leaking from him. He could get a little overboard when he got into a good.. loud song, he did not mean to do so much damage, but well, it could not be helped now could it? He kicked his foot out, those steel toed combat boots coming up with it. He embedded the tip into the lower end of a locker causing it to cave in around it, catching one of those loose strings causing him to jerk and the boot to not give. The song had ended as he sung along, "DIE MOTHER FUCKER DIE MO.. hey what the fuck?" He said aloud, falling to his ass as his boot refused to budge. Brow cocked from beneath titanium and ceramic, this also following suit with his head tilting slightly. "Oi! PRICK! Gimme back my shoe!" He yelled as if the locker could hear him, other boot coming up and quickly beginning to help in trying to free its brother, slamming higher up on the locker, whilst comrade tried to tug and wrench itself free from the grasps of the locker like visage of the grim reaper. Eventually with a long enough tug and a hard enough thrust, he had freed that boot and he hopped back to his feet, untied mess still hanging around his ankles. "Ah!" He let out a sigh of relief, and all of a sudden like a mental patient, his gears had shifted and he was slightly skipping down the hallway, a different song, one by Louis Armstrong had come on. " I see tree's of green, red roses too, I see them bloom for me and you.. and I think to myself what a woooonderful world!" He sung along, following it perfectly, his voice not too bad for the sort of singing it required, but either way it was kinda.. weird. |
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Post by Zieg the Phoenix on Jul 20, 2008 12:31:30 GMT -8
What a man, blending in with the violent crowd, when he had not a bad thought within his mind. His head bobbed along, as he kept going, toward his next destination. He got so into his new CD, from his uncle's company, that he didn't even know what time of day it was. Since kids constantly roamed the hallways he was unaware of whether it was a class period going, hall time, or even class.
His right hand was within his pocket, messing with various pencils and other things he had. His left hand kept his headphones from falling right off of his face, as the right headphone hung near his neck. He had grown accustom to this style. He had to keep his ear to the school, for someone could e flying right at him and he would have to be able to sense it coming, and his ears played a part of that.
He would stop himself, without even realizing that someone was stopping in front of him. He eyed them and looked over the crowd, as one kid had gotten beaten up, or rather, just hit. He was laying on the floor, in the fetal position. Astral would wonder what had happened, when he noticed the kid who did it. A blonde it appears, whom seemed more than stupid.
He had been thrashing a locker it seemed. He would only look on, wondering what was going on. He however didn't find that hitting that kid for no reason was funny. Astral got a serious look on his face at first but it returned as he stepped out of the crowd, and faced the man, whom would have been attempting to go on with his business.
"Hey." Was all he said. Hey.
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Post by ovahlord on Jul 20, 2008 16:22:44 GMT -8
He was in mid click of that Mp3 Player which lay nestled beneath his trench in pockets. The word hey was faintly picked up, head turned a bit, looking from side to side, then his flexibility came into play. That large male tilted all the way back, essentially forming a u-bend, whilst face locked onto the source of the very word. He cocked that head of his a little and spoke back out, finger on the pause button of that black iPod. "Can I help you?", this said with a inquisitive tone, but at the same time seemed to have a hint of annoyance too it, not too much, but if you were hooked on stuff like that then it would have been apparent. Clicking a few more buttons he looked up at the top of those eye holes, black LED's blinking rapidly and then the word Nightwish rolled across it. "Perfect." A comment to himself of course, but the boy could have probably heard it if he was within distance. Grin returned and his body rose back to its normal position with seemingly no effort at all, hard to believe with the way he was built. A roll of heel and he would have spun around, slamming those boots back down, eyes focusing in on the boy a little more closely, wondering just what the hell he wanted, the rest who had been around were beginning to circle inbetween the two. "If its retribution you seek, I suggest you visit your local monastery and ask for forgiveness. Seeking it here will only get you hurt. " A sneer, the sort you gave when you were looking to get something started was brought up on his lips. Of course, the boy would not have been able to see such a thing, but that did not make it any less meaningful for Christian despite that. "Otherwise, I guess I can make a two for one, this one on purpose. " Hand had clicked the pause and the LED's stopped blinking in his mask going black, the darkness leaving little to be distracted by. Once free, it waved the boy on if he was going to do something, then Christian wanted to handle it now. |
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Post by Zieg the Phoenix on Jul 21, 2008 10:25:39 GMT -8
Astral would only look at him and grin a bit, as he stopped in front and spoke. Well he gotten himself into this situation once more. It seemed like a habit of sorts for him to have these type of people in his face, then it again it was no one's but his own fault, for his lifetime mission led him to such situations. Astral's MP3 would change tunes, from the one he had initially been listening too. A familiar song would have came on. It was a fun one.
Either way, nothing could be done, as the boy was now looking to get Astral out of his face, or rather his concealed mask. He was rather large compared to Astral, so if they were to fight, one could guess where all the money would go on the bet, but size was absolutely nothing in battle. That was thought to Astral and he remembered this thought. Thats when it dawned on him he was thinking that.
What am I thinking that for? I don't want to fight this guy. He thought as he was about ready to just sigh and step out of his way. That was until one kid, looking for blood would speak.
"Come on! Hit him! Crush that kid! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" His chanting was like magic, as he was able to get the crowd of students to join in, like it was some sort of sacred ritual. A cheering crowd of students would continue chanting, hoping someone would get their teeth knocked in. Through his music he could hear this going on. He looked around slightly, then back to the larger kid whom he gave his attention too initially.
"I sure hope you're not a victim of peer pressure." Astral spoke as he smiled.
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Post by ovahlord on Jul 22, 2008 23:00:57 GMT -8
"Peer pressure? Nah..." He smirked, taking off from where he was, those feet gripping the floor as he did so, clodhoppin' steel and leather laden boots causing a ruckus as he did. If we wanted to get technical it was not peer-pressure that was the problem here. The chanting, however, was getting on his nerves, he hated people who loved to see blood but could not make any themselves, what was the word he was searching for here?.... oh right. PUSSIES. Those feet turned, that ever legendary flexibility coming into play as he practically dislocated his ankle and flipped backwards, soaring up over the crowd thanks to those tree trunk legs. Speaking of fllllyyyyyiiin'. Like a rock he dropped, head coming forwards and slamming it dead center into one of the roof-raising imbeciles. "Next person to call for blood's gonna get some. Get the fuck outta' here. " Of course, this said in that fluid voice, deep, yet oddly relaxing if he was not yelling in your face like he was with these cockroaches. At the first sign of danger they split like the lights came on. Standing upright, he dusted himself the distinct sound of jeans being rustled by something heavy was probably not heard by the boy with headphones on, but Christians had been turned off so he heard it quite easily. It was the sort of thing he enjoyed, the rough texture of something as simple as a pair of blue jeans was inspiration if one thought about it long enough. All but a few brave souls, just barely peeking around a distant corner had fled from the scene, leaving them to themselves. "Mm. Now that the source of pressure is gone, I guess my only excuse for attacking you is my own curiosity. Names Christian, and I am gonna kick your ass... or maybe get mine kicked. Who knows." This said he gave a quick two fingered salute from the top of that metal mask and took off after this boy, that grin of his back once more, arrogant as hell, but he recognized that this school did not lack skill and that was exactly what he was after. He loved to fight, the smell of blood being spilled all over was a beautiful thing to him, did not have to kill, but it was fun to hospitalize, himself and otherwise.
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Post by Zieg the Phoenix on Jul 24, 2008 21:53:09 GMT -8
Well things would certainly get interesting, and here Astral was, smack dab in the middle. Not being an observer like he usually was but rather he was the one playing the part of his everyday movie he watches. He could practically invision himself watching along as his body was replaced with another person. Some small kid, with dark clothing on, and some hair almost as wild as his own.
Astral watched on as the boy silenced the crowd, his shoes and legs throwing him into the air, only to have made his body land on another. Astral cocked an eyebrow as his face became solid. He stared on as the crowd hushed themselves, and looked at the two. Even though they had been silenced they knew what was to happen. Astral's MP3 would continue to play music, things became silent enough for one to hear the song he was listening too, so much so they could sing along if they knew the words.
Now the man would speak. It seemed he wanted to test Astral..and himself. Phoenix was no dumb kid. He figured out one or two things about the man by what had just happened. He wasn't one whom fought for the fame and glory, the reputation or praise, like a lot of the other kids here. And he wasn't one for mindless violence. That second thought was still pending, as he might have had some skill there.
Astral could tell, he was no ordinary kid, and if someone couldn't feel the presence of his power, they would most definitely show some fear from his unusual outfit. And here stood Astral, much smaller than him, but most likely quicker. After he made the statement of kicking Astral's ass, the boy would throw his headphones completely over his head, and watch. The masked murader came at him. Astral would avoid comfrontation.
"Lets go." He hop stepped back, and started moving away. He was going to head for the cafeteria. It wasn't far away. There was enough room for Astral to maneuver the way he wished. The big double doors would be open for Astral's arrival.
OOC: I think that post is right.
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Post by ovahlord on Jul 26, 2008 6:12:10 GMT -8
Of course the boy fleeing away from him was discouraging, but if anything, it pissed him off. Such an annoyance. Even if the boy was not running away from Christian, that did not make the fact that it was annoying any less of an reality. I mean, wouldn't it tick you off if the thing you were trying to crush took off away from you all of a sudden? Despite whatever he may have been doing. This did not stop those large boots from clapping down on that floor, and by all means he picked up his pace, as even though he may have started off slow, once he got that body moving he was quite essentially the JUGGERNAUT BITCH!He was like a fat kid after cake, and well, two guesses who the cake was? Hell. Would not even need two. Either way, fame and reputation was the least of his concerns, simply due to the fact that Christian did not give a shit about such things. Instead. About the only thing that could be leading Christian into combat was his pride or his love of the hunt fight. Lips licked over unconsciously, he finally realized where the boy was dragging the two when he saw the upcoming lunchroom. It was smart, this much he did have to give him, as Christian was large. Fighting in an enclosed space like that would be like fighting a giant in a room too small for him to fit in, he could flail the boy around into the walls and the like with almost no repercussions. Instead he would get him into an open area, where Christian imagined he would attempt to keep his distance from him, if for no other reason then to try and avoid damage. Question was, did the boy have enough energy to avoid him for a long period of time? And if so what was he going to do about the behemoth hounding him the entire time. He was not stupid though, so a wasting of his energy was not really a plausible tactic to use on this sort of situation. "Oi! Why're you running for?!" He thought he knew, but no sense in not being annoying right back right? |
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Post by Zieg the Phoenix on Jul 27, 2008 7:59:32 GMT -8
Astral would have ran in, and finding the nearest table he could he would jump on top of it, and stand there. He was listening, through his ever so loud music. The sound of large feet coming in his direction, now even more so as it picked up speed. Astral would turn his head to see the rather large man behind him. One of his eyes exposed to him, his headphones would be all the way on his head. If this kid was as good as Astral sought him to be, everyone in the school would understand two things: Astral's fighting style, and the reason behind why he always has those headphones on, no matter what.
"Whos running? I just thought we could enjoy the smell of hot, disgusting cafeteria food." He grinned slightly, as his hands remained within his pockets, and he now stood taller than the behemoth, as his was higher up on the table. If the two would battle Astral would have to strike first, for if that man connected a hit, just one or two, it might have been over completely. He was obviously much bigger and stronger.
It was going to be an age old battle. Speed vs Power. Astral took great pride in his ability to move swiftly, and his reflexes were one with the best., Least he thought so. As for this man, he seemed to favor power more than anything. Judging from the appearance.
"Lets start!" Astral lifted his left leg, kicking a cafeteria tray up into the air, when he turned, and with his right leg would kick the tray at it's edge at the man's face. The tray would appear to be some sort of shuriken, as it flew in one direction, not spinning around everywhere but spiraling in one direction. His main intention was to knock that mask off his face.
Yeah. Play with the big man when hes angry. That is most definitely the smartest move to make.
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