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Post by zanza on Jul 22, 2006 18:42:26 GMT -8
Walking down the halls of Public High School 259 in his usual get up Zanza was trying to make his way to his history class as he hopelessly wonder the halls. After five minutes of wondering around Zanza finally gave up and knew he was lost. So what does Zanza do if he is having trouble with anything? Why nothing else but find a place to sit and listen to his ipod.
Leaning on the wall of lockers Zanza dropped his book bag on the ground and started slowly down until his butt was on the ground. Then sticking his hand down the collar of his shirt Zanza pulled out two earphones and placed them in his ears before he hit the play button on his ipod. He was planning on just hanging out in that hallway until the bell rang so he could try haplessly looking for his next class.
“Nice way to start the school year. Well better luck next time.”
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Jul 23, 2006 20:29:05 GMT -8
Ahh the beauty of walking out of class. Travis was not one to stay anywhere he didn't want to stay. Nope, he would do whatever he wanted. He would set a goal today, just for the hell of it. He had some steam that he wanted to blow off. And look at that! A student not to far from him, down the hall. It seemed that student didn't want to attend class today either. And seeing as he was the only one around, he would be Travis' goal today. The goal exactly? Fight him, and beat him. Simply put, but he hoped it would prove a challenge. His steel-toed boots clicked against the tiled floor as he made his way down the hall, his blue orbs locked upon the boy sitting against the lockers. Headphones in his ears. Which definitely put him at a slight disadvantage, as Travis was moving toward him from the side, the boy's left. He didn't care if this was slightly cheap at all. He had been annoyed by classmates and teachers alike today. He needed to vent in some way. This would be his way today. As he neared the boy's location, he figured that he wouldn't be able to hear him over his music, So Travis was basically at the boys side within a few seconds, making almost no sound besides the slight clicking of his steel toed boots. When he was only a foot or two away from the kid, his right leg would lift, and he would shoot it foreword, and down a bit. He aimed to slam his heel into the boy's left shoulder, in hopes of knocking him over, and getting him angry. [OOC: YAY FOR RANDOM VIOLENCE!  ] |
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Post by zanza on Jul 24, 2006 18:00:32 GMT -8
Just listening to his ipod Zanza could hear a faint clicking noise in the background; but did not pay much attention to it. If it had anything to do with him then he figure they would make their attention clear, and if they where just passing by then they would just pass on by. Nothing for Zanza to get to work up about, but then again a lot of people have been pick on him this year so it would be best to stay on guard.
Yet before he knew it Zanza received a swift kick in his shoulder that sent him on the ground. It did not hurt that much, but still left a stink in his shoulder that could be ignore. Opening his eyes and rising to his feet like he woke up in the morning Zanza removed his earpiece from his ear as he looked up at the student that just kicked him.
“I hope there is a good explanting for why you just kicked me.”
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Jul 25, 2006 7:18:41 GMT -8
“I hope there is a good explanting for why you just kicked me.”
"..Boredom.."
It was true. Travis was bored. And when he was bored, he tended to do stuff that was uncalled for. This boy had been there, and he figured that maybe he could keep himself occupied until the next class began. He only hoped that this boy was going to fight back, that this wouldn't be an extremely easy fight. He guessed that he would just have to wait and see. If the boy didn't try to fight back, Travis would still continue to attack. He didn't care. Beating the boy up without having to worry about getting hit was just he same to him. He was still occupied. And thats all he cared about right now.
"Just bored.. And your here. So how about we stop talking, and have a little fun.."
It wasn't a question. More of a demand. And as soon as he had finished speaking, he would begin an assault. He would rush in, slightly crouched, and as he took a few steps, his final being a left. He sprung up into the air, his right knee bending and folding as it shot foreword. He aimed to slam that knee against his opponent's chest. Travis' arms were held at the ready, fists folded and tightened, waiting to be used. Both arms bent and held slightly in front of his torso as he moved through the air. He didn't know how this kid fought, but he hoped he was ready for one hell of an assault. Travis wasn't one to take it easy on anyone. No, he would not be a nice guy right now. He needed to vent. He was looking to deal a good bit of damage in this fight.
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Post by zanza on Jul 25, 2006 17:32:53 GMT -8
“Boredom eh? Well I guess I could use a nice spare.”
Placing his hands into a fist Zanza cracked them as he started to roll his shoulder and prepare for the fight that is to come despite what anyone would say about it. “Not like I have a choice in the matter.”
As he made that last comment Zanza notice his opponent charging at him and then jumping in the air to perform an attack. As soon as his opponent came at him with the knee Zanza rotated his body counter clockwise, so he was facing the wall, and took a step back, which is to the left of where he was at. Doing that avoided the first attack, but Zanza was not done. Still rotating Zanza suddenly speed up and sent his left fist straight into the back of his opponent.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Jul 30, 2006 12:26:42 GMT -8
Travis sound found that he had made a mistake. Thats ok though. He was only human. He expected to be hit at some point. And now he would only have to ensure that he hit his opponent twice as hard. Oh boy, this would be fun. The fist that hit him wasn't all that powerful, but it had caused him to speed up a bit. His feet would slam against the tiled floor and he would slide for a few inches. As soon as he stopped, he turned to face his opponent once again. His eyes locked and once again he rushed foreward.
This time he planned to use another rather simple attack, he wouldn't start going into more advanced attacks until he deemed it was neccisary. Once in range, Travis would throw a hard underhook to his opponent's stomach. His right arm would shook foreward, a nice strong hook aimed to slam against the boy's face as his left hand pulled away from his stomach. If both strikes were successful, he would finish this little combo by pulling his right leg back a few inches and then driving it foreward into the boy's stomach.
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Post by zanza on Aug 1, 2006 15:08:50 GMT -8
Once his opponent had gained his footing again Zanza dashed forward straight towards him with his left hand half open and right in a fist. As he charged Zanza took a side step to the (Zanza) right to avoid the first attack and as he did that Zanza’s left arm shot up so it was a line with his opponent’s neck in hopes that his arm would hit his opponents neck so that he would be out of breath for a few moments.
During the whole time Zanza did not think at all about how his opponent seemed to be a little too easy. Not a thought came to his head as he performed his moves with pure instinct. At that moment if a single thought enter his head then chances are it would delay his attack leaving him open for a short time. Of course there is something to be said later about not taking people serious in a fight.
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