The hallway (Leon)

[moto]

"Today, I'm going to start using my locker." Vincent said quietly to himself as he carefully walked in the packed hall. It was lunch and most of the kids after the bell were in their lockers putting their textbooks and binders from previous peroids and taking up the books for the rest of the day, finally to go to the lunch room.

The only reason he was going to use his locker was because his backpacks were falling apart at an alarming rate. Three very nice backpacks have fallen apart so far and Vincent would rather not spend any more money on backpacks for the rest of the year. This would be the first time Vincent would be using a school locker. That is if he could find it.

The directions the lady in the front desk gave were extreamly complicated. Add the fact that Vincent has serious trouble with finding his way around campus and you have problems. BUT the lady at the front desk was german, and had a heavy accent, english most likely being her second language, but she had a southern drawl to it oddly enough.

'At least the woman wrote down the locker number and combination for me...'

Becoming impatient Vincent decided to stop the nearest person and ask where he might find the locker. Looking around he saw a blond guy walking towards him. Walking towards the 'kid' (very loose term) Vincent didn't waste any time explaining.

"Excuse me, do you know where locker 450 is? I can't find it anywhere."

[Mr. Kaar]

Today Leon got in another fight with his locker. Leaving another good foot indent in it from being unable to open the damn thing. He had just began to begin walking away from it when someone asked him if he knew where locker number 450 was. Now if the locker was any other number Leon probably would of kicked the kid in the head and walked off. But the kid had spoken the number of the locker he used. He tilted his head to the side as if it where heavy, his short, spikey, golden, blonde hair flowed in the motion of his head falling to the side. His dark blue eyes scanned the kid over, and finally he lifted his head back up to the up straight position. He would turn and look back to the only locker with a dent in it, where the sides where portruding from the sides. The only thing holding it shut was the fact the lock was strong, and the hinges didn't break.

"Aí." There.

Leon would then lead the guy over to it. He was wearing his white shirt, tucked in his, slightly baggy, black cargo pants, and his normel white, and black shoes. He also wore his red vest with gold hemming on it. He would lean against a set of lockers off to the side of it and lift a thumb to point at the locker. The way he was facing was a wall with a line of windows. They where huge and let sun light burn its way into the school for extra light, as well as the long 'tube lights' on the cieling. There was one water fountin in this hall, and Leon was almost positive the place was a ghost town concidering everyone was in some sort of class, or in the lunch room, or off campouse getting their lunch.

Today Leon wasn't really in the mood for a fight as it where, so this guy was safe from that, and as it where he didn't really mind this guy either. So Leon would talk in english as he waited for the guy to open the 50 different kinds of fucked up locker. He would not look at him and say.

"I am Leon Sudeki. . . I have been assigned this locker as well."

'Maybe another day, I will test his abilities in fighting. . . But today I will find out about him through conversation.'

[moto]

Vincent stared in disbelief as he was led to a locker with a HUGE dent in it. His first thoughts were 'someone must really dislike me!! To do such a thing!' He thought back for a quick moment of all the people he could've angered. The girl he threw a sock on and the guy who tried to jump into the conversation... There was a third, something to do with a leather jacket that day, but the memory of the very unimportant details of that day were a bit hazy. Vincent was starting to narrow down the suspects when the guy spoke again.

"I am Leon Sudeki. . . I have been assigned this locker as well."

Ohh, that makes sence.. Kinda. It explains who kicked in the locker door at least.

Slowly, Vincent lifted up his hand as if to poke. Slowly he reached his finger out to touch the locker door. Upon contact of the door Vincent jumped in the direction oppisite Leon as if to avoid a falling locker door. He quickly explained to his locker partner what he was doing.

"I was making sure the locker door wasn't going to fall on me... or anything like that." Vincent quickly added as well "And my name is Vincent Dupont."

[Mr. Kaar]

His eyes remained on the somewhat odd behavior this Vincent had just displayed. He had 'poked' the locker door to test if it where still on there, and that it wouldn't fall off on him. Which it didn't, but it would of been a funny sight to see, even his reactions to this all was funny. He soon pushed himself off the locker and looked at the dent he left in number 450. He would look to Vincent and a half smile would brace the stern face Leon kept, not angry, just appeared that way, yet it was a peaceful anger. But now he had a cocky smile, one he held before he did something worth talking about.

"Well then, Vincent. What do you say to a quick spar? Test out how good we face off? Nothing seriouse just a short little exibition match to see what we are up against."

Leon was not completely sure how this guy would respond to a fight challange. Leon had learned not everyone is like him. He lives tof ight, and better tone his abilities, to one day be known as a Master of Martial Arts. So he faught everyone he could. But if this person was not into fighting he could honor that. But sometimes he didn't feel very generouse like he did now, he would some times force people to fight him. Yet today he didn't have all his heart in it.

[moto]

Vincent could tell he was putting on a show, if not on purpose. The smile on Leon could be misleading to him, but Vincent was semi positive Leon was smiling because of the 'locker test'. 'now that i'm on his good side, i think, I can safely ask questions.' What Leon said next caught Vincent by surprise.

"Well then, Vincent. What do you say to a quick spar? Test out how good we face off? Nothing seriouse just a short little exibition match to see what we are up against."

Vincent thought to himself about what Leon had preposed. 'A spar? Why not, it's not like someone could die... I think.
"Sure I'll spar with you. That is if you can wait for a short bit, I must complete Ram Muay and Wai Khru so I can properly fight you in my style of fighting. And if it isn't to much, do you think we can do this near the fountain in the courtyard? Its a very nice day today and i'd rather not have it go to waste."

Vincent was talking all the while opening the locker up and putting his things in an un used portion of the locker. After he finished talking and putting his stuff away he examined the large dent in the locker after three seconds Vincent stood up.

"Just one question first: Where did your style of fighting come from? I'm just curious to know. My style is Muay Thai by the way."

This time while talking Vincent held onto the top of the locker door with both hands. Halfway through talking Vincent quickly kicked the door where the dent was twice, the second kick two seconds after the first, making the dent smaller and less noticable.

"Okay, i'm ready now, minus the pre-fighting rituals."

[Mr. Kaar]

'Hmm Muay Thai. Kick boxing Thailand style, very interesting.'

Leon had faught another person who used Muay Thai before, but that was a very long time ago. He wondered if he still remembered soem of the signature Muay Thai attacks to look out for. Oh well there was also still the question of where his style came from. He thought for a moment and then finally answered.

"I created it, it is a brainchild of mine. I thought up the concepts the movements, the basic meanings, everything. It all came from here."

He would point to his head as he would start walking out into the courtyard. They would be there in no time considering they are on the second floor, one floor down and out the door. Should be no problem. He was almost certain this person would be able to intertain him if nothing else. And just the fact Leon would be headed to the outside are would be his answer to fighting out in the nice weather.

The fountin was a good idea. The sound of water was always a mind clearing sound, and helped consentration. As well if you knew how to listen to the words water spoke, you would know when something bad was going to happen.

[moto]

((ooc:Is leon the same 'exact' way he was when he faked his death during his 552 saga? every battle wound?...))

"Thats very interesting. It shall be very.... fun to spar with you. I have one last question about you before I start the Ram Muay Wai Khru. What grade are you in? I ask that you answer after I finish the Ram Muay Wai Khru. It is then that you can also explain your rules for the spar if it would please you."

And with that being said Vincent started the Ram Muay Wai Khru. The first part, the Ram Muay was three simple bows. The first two bows hold no singuar importance although the third bow does.On the third bow you are to think deeply of your trainer. The third and most revered bow was given to his bodyguard 'Sir', who has been the replacement father, for his real father he was not deeply exposed to. He also taught Vincent in the arts of Muay Thai, and possibly more as well.

The second part, the Wai Khru is a dance that was used to warm up when it was first used. Now it is used only as a ritual. The Wai Khru is usually done with music although it is not dependent on that. Also the length of the Wai Khru reflects the fighter. Today Vincent was going to be doing a shorter version of his regualr Wai Khru for times sake.

"Okay, I'm done now."

Vincent just wanted to make sure Leon was aware that he finished his ritual. Seeing how this could've been his first time watching the Ram Muay Wai Khru Leon didn't exactly know when it stopped. The ritual also played another part. It got peoples attentions. More than Vincent thought he would, a good thing no doubt.

Vincent was wearing his freshly cleaned blue swimming trunks and a plain t-shirt. His swimming trunks made it easier to fight as pants or shorts are thicker and constrict certain movements vital to his fighting style. Also wearing pants in California would surely make Vincent sweat more causing him to overheat faster.

'I'll try my hardest to beat this guy, but if I can't then, whatever... I would have tried my hardest.'

[Mr. Kaar]

((OoC: I wont go hard on ya' I want to see what you got. If you want to see me when I put alittle effort into it read my last post in The Tower against Ghiste.))

"Ah, well I'm a Senior."

Leon waited for the guy to finish his dance, and stretching to prepare, Leon simply did some arm and shoulder stretches, and leaned to both sides deep, to stretch his legs. He would pull them up behind. Since this was friendly Leon had to keep his mind clear, and keep that animal of his caged inside. Soon after he cleared his mind, his apponent Vincent had completed his warm ups. So it was time for Leon to lay down the law of the fight. Seeing as a point system was always the best way to keep his head sown on straight and stopped him from losing his cool and becoming that 'Berserker' he used to be known as, this was th ebest option.

"Ok, so we will use a point system. Five points total wins. Striking the legs, one point, striking the body two points. No aiming for the head. That work for you? Of the back of the body is not a point area."

Yeah, it would be a very bad idea on vincents part to strike Leon in the back anyways, no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to hold himself back after that, one of the few things that ticked him off.

[moto]

//:occ: Okay, i'm going to be VERY straightfoward. Does Leon not have a dong? or did you erase that little bit from the history? ;D Talk about right to the point -_-;; :end occ:\\

I.C. Start:

"Okay, those rules seem good to me. If you'd like to start, be my guest. I'm never one to throw the first punch."

Vincent then slowly edged closer. He was now under three feet away from the blond haired Senior and thus got into his stance. The whole objective of this paticular stance is to be ready for the attack. By putting his arms in a lazy curves just below his eyesight he protects his upper chest area. Vincents right leg is also raised so the back part is not touching the ground and only a small part of his weight is put on, making the right leg defend the lower parts of his chest. The left leg is where all the weight is focused on, and could potentially be a weak spot, but thats information for the long game, and Vincent is focused on the now, or the short game. He was ready and he knew what he might do if he punches or kicks. Anything else, well, lets just say that Vincent has become a very good improviser if not on purpose because he has trouble thinking of more things.

There was a nice breeze going through, making the 89 degree seem like the mid-70's Vincent would say. There was also a pretty big group of students watching. large enough to make a decent sized circle. It looked like the bulk of the circle were freshmen, with sophmores scattered around and about two or three juniors around.

'Wonder where I can find a good place to eat tonight?'

It seemed that A.D.D. was finally taking its toll on Vincent. It seemed that because of waiting for however long Vincents mind started to wander, and he was about to break his stance when he remembered what he was doing. That was a pretty close one.
He needed to focus on something revelent.

'I'll watch Leon, see what I can figure out about his fighting style. I don't think he has given all the details of his fighting style away to me yet. If I pay close enough attention, I could find a piece of information that could win me this spar. Now just to watch.'

[Mr. Kaar]

((OoC: lol, he has a new dong, its nine inches and vibrates.))

Leon slowly moved sliding his feet into position lifting the dust to the wind. His left foot slid to position itself under him, the foot turned to the left to about a 60 dagree angle, and bent slightly. His right leg stayed to the ground and extended across the brick surrounding the fountin, the toes laying apon the inside of the shoe, pointed to Vincent, he turned to his left as his feet moved simultaniousely, he brought his arm up and back, as he moved his upper body to look at Vincent, hsi arms followed, being placed in position, seperatly, the formed cup like positions and followed his line of site to Vincents center so to see all of him at once, to see his general area, not his weapons.

"I'll go first then."

As it seemed the young vincent was biased at best, or against being violent towards others, well the more he hung out with Leon the more he would learn that Leon was mroe of the violent type, willing to rip his best friend apart if he stood in his way, since they where willing to do the same for loyalty to a stupid gang, just like how the silver haired teleporter, Saito, had beaten him for leaving RoB, in New York. That was fine, but Leon wasn't going to let weaknesses like that stand in his way. He was heartless and cold, but would not harm this Vincent badly, since he seemed, for lack of better words inocent.

"Pronto?" Ready?

With that said he would push off with his left foot, rotate quickly with his right as he came upwards, and the very little distance between them was unaturel for Leon, but it was ok, he would bring a kick around low, to make it look as though he where going to sweep his legs, but instead he would straighten out and bring it up, to conect just under the ribs, on Vincent's right side. If so it would be two points for Leon, and the small amount of force implied in this kick would show a small bruise. Nothing more. He was not to hurt the guy, just give him an over-all show, of his own power.

[moto]

//:occ: @w@ O___O;; <walks away> wow... Didn't need to know all the details... a simple yes or no would do just fine thank you very much.... '__' :end occ:\\

/\-|!|-Warning! The following post may include post whoring!-|!|-/\

Start O.C.:

"Pronto?" Ready?

To be honest, Vincent wasn't ready at all. To be extreamly honest, his head was in the clouds. When Leon went in to attack Vincent only had enough time to try and brace himself for the impact. The kick to his ribs wasn't enough to break them, but the bruise was the price of his lack of attention. It is also all Vincent needed to put his head into the fight. Now it was his turn.

When Leon kicked Vincent he left a moments opening to take back his leg. That pause was a very good moment to attack and Vincent was going for his chest. All he needed to do was push off with his right foot. The attack had thrown off Vincents balence and screwed up his stance so Vincent took a step to the left to rebalence himself. The step also put him in a better position to attack.

Just as soon as Vincent took his step he put all is weight on his left foot and pushed off, lifting his knee up to about Vincents stomach level. Using his right leg, he took a step foward propelling himself towards Leon knee first.

\\:occ:Okay, so there wasn't post whoring, but this isn't my best post yet... Take into consideration it's 2:36.... -__-;; whatever. Its a post any way you look at it. Goodnight! I'll hopefully be on later today, when the sun is up. :end occ://