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Post by Farren on Aug 13, 2008 14:43:52 GMT -8
Events here take place before "A Brand New Life."
It was a lovely day. Mid August, just before the start of a new school year at a brand new school. I, Farren, Guidance Counselor and so far youngest of the #260 faculty, was lazily enjoying the warm sunset in the courtyard. Sprawled out on a bench, bearded face tilted upwards to the setting sun, I couldn't believe the turns my life had taken. Only a year ago I was two steps away from death, breathing and eating through a tube, and now I'm here, faster-stronger-tougher than ever before. A real rags to riches you might say.
I could feel my hard won muscles shift and tense under my half buttoned shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. It was a great feeling, to know I was back in action and so far beyond where I'd stopped. And working at a school again, able to pick up where I left off at #552. Smiling was uncontrolable at this point.
I felt someone's presence nearby and I creaked an eye open, scanning the horizon for whoever it was. He was hard to miss. Eight feet of hulking muscle known to me as Katsuri Katashi, the school's 'enforcer.' I hadn't done more than introduce myself at the first faculty meeting; I wanted to know the guy better. Feeling the tension in my outstretched arms I decided what better way than a good ol' fashioned spar? Best way I knew to really learn about someone, and it'd give me a great workout and a refresher course for the new year. Yeah, a spar. Maybe even some students would see and be 'inspired.' So I called out,
"Hey! Katashi! That's you right? Come here, I got a question for ya!"
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Aug 13, 2008 15:47:10 GMT -8
Riot! The Big Boss[/center] That red headed monster was listening to a rather jubilee of music, nice and "poppy" if you could describe it as thus, it was more a reminder of old big band, Cherry Poppin Daddies, to be precise, The Big Boss. One might wonder why in the hell such a big man, of seemingly muscle bound nature was listening to such music. If you took a closer look, however, he was just lightly swaying that head up and down, snapping thumb and index together on his right hand. His eyes were shut, and that body of his leaned up against one of the many poles lining the courtyard, supporting the building while keeping the area open for all. You might question, why? Well. If it was not obvious by his attire, then you were just lost to the world. A blood red zoot suit with white stripes lined his massive form, having to be specially fitted to be able to even grace his form, let alone look good. The music was blaring, but upon closer inspection only one ear had a headphone in it, the other was hanging free for the entire world to hear, which was what allowed him to catch the words of a fellow faculty member. It would be hard to imagine though, Katsuri, appearing as a hulk of muscle. Instead he seemed less ripped then Farren at this given moment, in that he did not work constantly to tone his form, at least, it appeared so. It was hidden underneath thick of flesh which was built to endure, only when he flexed and that adrenaline kicked in did he begin to look like a true monster. Right now if it was not for his height he would be like a teddy bear... in looks mind you. Shifting those French style oxfords a bit he stood up and glanced over to the man he knew as Farren. "Hmm? Yea. Its Katashi." Those red strands were splayed all over that suit, blending in with their background, while a pointed fedora with a white wrap around its base was tilted back so he could look at him as he spoke, a tone similar to that of a younger Frank Sinatra. Of course the second bit got him to step towards the other male in a rather casual fashion, the only thing off about his suit, besides the obvious size problem, was the fact he had a sheath looped into the right side of those pants, something which he was never without, even in the shower it was placed nearby.. ok. Thats not weird. In the slightest. "What do you need? Farren right?" His tone was professional, but seemed relaxed at the same time. |
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Post by Farren on Aug 13, 2008 16:13:23 GMT -8
So I wasn't wrong about the man in the red zoot suit, it was Katashi. Coulda fooled me though, except for the size he looked totally...well, different. Than I was expecting at least. He looked good though, I had to give him that. Pulled off the early 20th century gangster/hipster look very well. As his colosal form approached I almost started having second thought about my sparring idea. But I needed the practice and I was sure someone like him wouldn't turn down a good fight.
"Nice to see you too. And yeah I'm Farren. Anyway, I wanted to ask you..."
God damn, this big boy is blocking out the sun.
"...if you wanted to have a quick sparring session. Nothing serious really, just as a good warm up. Henderson will be having the school get together tomorrow and I figured it wouldn't hurt to polish off our moves and learn about each other. Interested?"
As if he would turn down such an opportunity. I wasn't a perfect judge of thoughts but as a counselor I had a little idea. A man like him would probably be excited at such an offer, especially if he thought he was facing a man of similar skill. I wholly expected a yes from the giant. So I remained sitting, head leaning back obscenely far to be able to look Sinatra in the face. Hell of a mountain to climb...
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Aug 13, 2008 16:36:21 GMT -8
Surely a joke right? At the expense of the large man? People often cowered from him when he was in public, ran the other way in most cases, but it seemed this male was different, he had to give him that, and a devilish grin would have slipped over those lips.. the sort of grin that would have made a woman either very weak at the knees in love or to force her to run in the other direction from fear. Either way. Some how he doubted it would hit Farren in the same way, the sneaking suspicion was that it would seem like he was gonna get ready to eat him like he was a snack. "Certainly. I never turn down a good fight. Of course, you do not mind if I take off some of my suit? Dont want to mess it all up. " He said this slipping that jacket free of his body and folding it neatly at the creases, setting this down next to where Farren was sitting, beginning to unbutton his cuff links. The man would be glad to know Katsuri was wearing shorts today underneath that suit so if push came to shove and he had to remove the pants to avoid damaging them then he would do so without fear. Cuff links free he took off his tie first, and then that button up was removed as well, his entire suit practically blood red, save for those black and white oxfords, that black tie, and those thin pin stripe lines of white on the jacket and pants. Speaking of shoes, those were kicked off and set aside as well as socks, leaving that large man standing there in a set of dress pants which were meant to be stain proof. The final thing to go was that sheath which held reverse blade inside. It too was tossed aside. The large male took a few steps back and would have begun to stretch, cracking his neck slightly. "Ready when you are." Said once more as he began to look over his opponent now that he gotten problems out of the way. That black iPod had its wires slipped around back and locked in place so that they would not get in the way of combat. That grin was back once more, though, that still not mean there was no admiration which broke through that cocky nature of his, it had been a while since he had had a fight which was not pitiful, and ended with the opponent being maimed and beaten in less then five minutes in quite a while. Admiration indeed. A familiar song kicking into his ears, Zoot Suit Riot by the very same band who had been playing the previous song. |
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Post by Farren on Aug 13, 2008 16:58:23 GMT -8
Seems my smile was infectious. The grin Katashi gave was I'll admit a bit unnerving, if for the simple fact I didn't know he could smile. He stepped back, stripping off the excess clothing but mercifully leaving the pants on. I'd heard from some of the other faculty that he had a tendency to dress...for less. Anyway, he began to warm up so I figured I should too. Regretting only that I had to leave my warm seat I stood up slowly, ankles, back, and knees cracking loudly. This body o' mine was stronger than ever but it still creaked and moaned like an old rocking chair. Eh, a price for everything, right?
Having shaken the blood back into my limbs I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and drapped it over the back of the bench. Now, clad in a pair of relaxed khakis and a set of worn sneakers, I threw a few practice punches and hopped up and down, warming my muscles and getting my breathing in check. Katashi, the human bicep that he was, would be hard pressed to call my own muscle development weak. I may not have had the mass of the giant but my definition to size ratio was damn near perfection. Hmmm...my ego is stronger than usual...
Anyway, Katashi was ready before me I let out one last heavy breath and prepared to fight. "Ok, here we go big guy..."
And with that I let loose. Katashi was huge but my bunnies were more than enough to launch me straight up to head level. I brought my right knee along for the ride and aimed the blunt bone edge at the underside of his chin. At the same time my knee would be making contact my right elbow would come down to finish off the 1-2, the pointed bone edge chiseling into that mess of red hair.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Aug 13, 2008 17:44:14 GMT -8
Dont you know who I am? IM THE JUGGERNAUT BITCH! Matrix Theme He was brought front and center with his focus, singling it on Farren as he moved, the motions not hard to follow and gather, after all, spending your entire life built like an Ox you learn quickly how key reaction time is, even when you do not realize that is what it truly is. A hand, intermittently caught in a motion upwards was caught into the knee aimed right for his chin, having not expected him to try and topple the tree from the top, as so many people in the past had tried to hack away at those legs which were quite literally built like tree trunks, rooting him to the ground. It was abrupt, sudden, but for just a moment a glance of surprise had struck him, causing those eyes to jerk open, but like a true warrior, they narrowed and locked back onto his form, just as his hand hit his chin and lifted him backwards slightly due to a lack of foothold. He would use this to his advantage in the end, entire body flipping back with it, that elbow which had followed was forced into a miss as he turned his form sideways, arcing up and away only to plant one hand solidly on the ground and land back down onto the ground, incredibly limber for someone who moved so slowly and was so large. It was the one advantage he often had over speed demons who refused to come into his domain, that and the ability to keep track of them. The force behind that knee had caused him to bite his tongue, which got another grin. "Mm... the taste of blood has been missed greatly. " He said this of course due to the taste of iron which began to circulate around his mouth from the small cut on his tongue. It was an omen of what was to come. Eitherway, it brought him back forwards, shaking head.
"Seems I will have to play for real I guess." With that he swung back on a heel and brought himself to tense up those hidden muscles rippling from beneath that flesh, finally shown to the light of the day, appearing to be nothing but a wall of sinew curled into balls, though, just like it showed up magically, it vanished in the same fashion as he released his pose and began to walk slowly towards Farren, not wasting what little speed he did have on attempting to rush at him like some 300lb line backer. |
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Post by Farren on Aug 13, 2008 20:11:36 GMT -8
"Oh good, cause you had me goin' there for a second."
It truly did frighten me a little to see that wave of muscle fiber ripple through his body. It just wasn't natural. Like I said before I'm no slouch when it comes to intimidating people with image alone. But my intimidation comes from the idea that a normal looking man can be so incredibly beyond the norm. But this guy...two feet over my head and three times my weight most likely...it was spooky.
But despite his reaction time and his recovery he seemed a little slow. Guess all that bulk comes at a premium. Okay, we'll play with that. Head on wasn't quite enough, so...over? Glancing back behind me at the bench, a bold plan formed. Yeah, okay, let's give it a go.
Never taking my eyes off the mammoth, I hopped backwards and landed on the backrest of the bench, toes perched on the thin edge. Without hesitation I pushed off hard and sailed through the air, my leaping ability on show for the big man. Unless he could clear twelve feet in the next .02 seconds I doubted he'd catch me in mid air. Especially since I was aiming to land behind him. Land behind, land in a low crouch, and jab my elbows into the back of knees.
Don't care who you are, knock a joint hard enough in its natural direction, it's gonna bend and collapse. Hopefully it'd be enough to bring the big man to his knees, or at least wobble him. At which a wild spinning haymaker with my right would catch him right around...the throat. I think.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Aug 13, 2008 20:47:04 GMT -8
God damn airborne ping pong was going on right now, and that got Katsuri's eyes to start working a little harder then they were used to, keeping up with his movements, however, so it was no challenge to watch him, it was reacting that was the trouble. After launching himself up and over Katsuri it did not take too much thought to consider what was going to happen, as a matter of fact, no sooner then he had gotten above his head he was moving, raising one of those legs. Unfortunately, the other hit. This got a flare of nostrils and he flexed once more, dropping instantly without any attempt to stop it. Since he had been hit in the back of the knee he used this to his advantage to drop his weight down on Farren while using the already in air leg to swing him forwards a bit. This gave him an open field day for the counselors back, and he planned on using it, the point of his elbow targeted right where it needed to be. A slight aching in the back of his knee where he had felt the weight distributed harshly for a moment. "Sneaky bastard. " He said aloud, although it was not spit with hate, it was more or less spit with a sort of tone that was friendly, full of enjoyment. He did not like his opponents to be worthless in the ring, his strike was dialed back a bit, as if need be he could have easily shifted the point in tighter, aimed for the ribs, and at the same time dropped his weight more swiftly to provide a lot more damage, and probably if on contact something that could shatter bone, but this was a friendly spar after all, no need to try and decimate his opponent. Besides. This guy had a job to do, and Mr. H would probably not take all to kindly to Katsuri and Farren sending each other to the hospital before work even began, hell, they had yet to even have the meeting in the auditorium with the potential students that #260 would open its doors too, and now, that would not be a good situation to put themselves in, limping to the opening day of such a glorious place. |
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Post by Farren on Aug 14, 2008 12:20:40 GMT -8
"WHOA!
I managed to hit one leg but had forgotten a very important thing about fighting giants: they tend to fall on you. As the massive leg came hurtling down I had just enough time to recognize the danger and dive for cover, getting clipped in the back along the way. Coming to a dirty skid in the grass, I braced myself on hands and feet like a cat and regained composure. I nearly got fuckin' stepped on, that's a first. Okay, no need to go balls out, but let's kick it up a notch, make things really interesting.
Moving quickly, I charged forward, galloping on all fours, and lept up for...his hair. Yeah, it was an odd way to go about things, but I was all about unusual attacks. I reached for that long mess of red hair, aiming to swing on it like a rope and send my body hurling around in an arc. If that worked (in theory it did at least) I'd be in perfect position to plant both heels into the big man's chest and bounce off again to safety. It might not do a mess of damage, but it'd probably make him stagger a little. And piss him off. God I am just so smart sometimes, pissing off the giant like Jack and his beanstalk...
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Aug 21, 2008 21:02:40 GMT -8
MY HAIR!
( Apologize for the late reply. ) It should of come as no surprise, that when the man grabbed his hair, it ticked him off. Honestly. OH. MY. GOD. THAT FUCK BASTARD TOTALLY DID NOT JUST HAIR PULL US! YOU KNOW DAMN RIGHT WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE PULLING OF HAIR!! ... great. Just what I need at a time like this. Ackbar. NO YOU! THERE IS NO PULL OF THE HAIR! Shut up Ackbar. NO! I BLOW UP!.. do we need to go over this again? Blow. Only things are cocks? Fuck you buddy.. fuck you. Yea yea, behave Achmed A mental sigh of victory, and his thoughts had been focused back on the fight, which at this point seemed to consist of ceasing the actions Farren was taking on his poor scalp. A plant of his feet at his chest, a slight oof, but none the less, the man would have felt those hands clamping down like a vice, not giving him the chance to take off like a rocket ship. Instead. He would have found himself being vaulted, as Katsuri stomped a foot backwards and shifted his body, aiming to slam the man face first into the dirt, he was not yet fighting for real, but fighting as he was now could have just as easily provided injuries.. what could be said.. he was a little ticked off about having his hair pulled. You would be to. This was not a sissy fight.... besides, Katsuri had a tender scalp, and doing stuff like that only made it worse, he could see it now. He shook it off, having applied a good strong portion of his strength into that hurling slam, aiming to decimate Farren a little, after all, a little destruction built character. "Maybe this will teach you to pull a mans hair. " His glorious, wondrous, beautiful red hair... you bastard.. if a strand was out of place he'd be sooooo done for. |
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Post by Farren on Aug 22, 2008 13:06:07 GMT -8
Ah shit...
Swing and a miss. The feet landed all right, both heels digging into the lump of flesh Katsuri called a chest. But before I could bounce away he snatched hold of me and sent me flying...straight down. I reacted a little too late and could only manage to stick my arms out and brace for impact. A small mushroom cloud of dirt and dust sprang up around as I hit, the shockwave ripping through me. In the distance, I heard bells. No wait...that's just Katsuri.
Getting up a little slowly, I smacked the brown soot from my body and coughed once or twice. It was quite a blow, luckily I had a thick hide. I'll bet Katsuri is surprised I recovered so well. If there was one thing I could do it was take a beating. "Yeah yeah yeah, if you don't want your hair pulled don't wear it so long." I was going to add 'girly man' but it just seemed so stupid, even by my standards. "Okay, round one over. Next round!"
I came forward again. The hair was off limits, fine. But what about feet? Few people realize how weak the arch of the foot is. Apply even a normal stomp's worth of power and it can snap like a twig. So that's what I went for. I kept my eyes high, making it appear I was aiming above the waist. Just as I came close though I planted my left leg and shot my right heel straight down onto Katsuri's left foot. The big man would have big bones. It wouldn't break. But it'd leave him with a limp for the rest of the night. And it would allow me time to follow up with a big jumping left uppercut, Street Fighter style with the torso twist and everything, right for the chin baby.
Seriously, it's just hair after all...
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