New Beginings (invite only)

[Mathew Amtrum]

OOC: Invite only, you know who you are. If you are not invited obviously don't post, if you think that you should be in this thread PM me and let me know why, and I will let you know.


IC: Mathew was not a happy camper. He hated hospitals, they were so boring, he was stuck laying in a bed, with one of those stupid hospital gowns on. He hated this shit. His arm and back was sore as hell, his face hurt, and his arm hurt because the nurse didn't know how to put a fucking IV in apparently and had to poke him at least 10 fucking times.

Mathew was just laying in the bed brooding about how much it sucked to be in here. Even if it wasn't going to be a long stay. But he hated the smell, hated the food, and he hated the stupid gown. Why couldn't they just give him scrubs like the doctors and nurses wore? Much more comfortable and less embarrassing. It was like, the gown was the only thing in the hospital to never change.

Mathew just sighed and leaned back in the poor excuse for a bed watching the crappy TV. Cash Cab was on, one of the stupidest shows ever made, but it was better then watching the IV drip.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis had most of the fight unfold, and it had been quite a scene. He was surprised that fighters of that caliber were able to dish out what they did, and still walk away from that place. He had to give them props, they were tough alright. But something had drawn him to this so called 'Earth Dragon'. The name was epic, and he seemed to fight pretty well. He figured it would be interesting to try and get to know this man, to see why he was so strong, and how worked.

He had found his room number by talking to one of the receptionists, having heard the boy's name whispered all through the crowds when the fight was taking place. Unfortunately he didn't have any kind of get-well gift with him, but he was sure this dude wouldn't want it. After all, he didn't seem to be the nicest guy in the world. But then again, the other dude obviously wasn't on his side. What he saw could have just been a different side of him. Travis would soon near his room, and catch the door open. He'd walk to it, and then extend his right hand to the side and rap his knuckles a few times on the door frame before he'd step in, his left hand lifting to adjust the headband on his head.

"Good fight.. I though you had him there for a moment, before the cops came.."

His arms would cross at his chest as he stared toward the man that was dubbed 'The Earth Dragon'. At first glance he didn't seem so epic, but who knew. Maybe there was something special about his style, or what he did outside of fighting. He guessed that if he was given a chance, he'd end up learning in the future. Of course, that would be up to the man currently resting in his ugly ass gown. He just hoped he stayed in bed so his ass wouldn't hang out.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew would turn to face the door moments before the boy knocked on it, he had felt a weak Qi presence outside of the room. Meaning that someone on the other side of that door had a Qi, one that wasn't fully developed yet. He had expected someone that he knew, maybe someone he had beaten to show up and try the foolish task of taking him down here. Instead in walked a person he had never seen before.

Mathew's green eyes would scan the boy up and down, registering his signature in his mind. After all, having a Qi normally meant that you had a lot of potential as a fighter.... normally.

Ah one of my many fans it seems.

He thought to himself, a cocky grin crossing his face as he adjusted himself on the bed, thankfully in a manner that kept his ass from the boy's sight.

"Thanks, I would have had him if they hadn't shown up. Some fucking do gooder called 911 though. But I guess I should be thankful that neither one of us is going to jail for assault." He said with a laugh that said the idea of him going to jail was just that, laughable.

"I got what I wanted out of the fight though, the title of Pillar is meaningless anyways. A title is just that, a title. I could declare myself school captain and it wouldn't change a thing. Actions do."

He said with a shrug. He was obviously full of himself, but he didn't care. He knew he was right, especially about this. So many people threw their lives away over a title, not Mathew. He didn't care about that stuff, it was only about winning. Not a stupid fight, but at life. Mathew planned to change things.

"So I am just going to be blunt here. Why are you here? Well wisher? Seeking training? Out for revenge? Or are you visiting Blaze too?" He would ask locking his eyes on to the kid's in front of him.

He didn't even throw in the normal "no offense" he meant it to be a little offensive. If the kid was just doing rounds then he could fuck off. If he was after training or allying himself with Mathew then he could fuck off if he took offense. And if he was out for revenge, well then he could suck Mathew's cock, because he sure as hell wasn't going to get that.

[Mr. Kaar]

Afer watching the fight Leon nodded to the two of his Captains he had been sharring the conversation with letting them talk, so he could head out to take care of some things. Being around police was never a good idea when your a Dragon, esspecially one with a rap sheet the size of Leon's. No he left and made his rounds, riding his dragon bike. A big old sa[[hire blue dragon was the shape of his bike the claws holding the wheels the head blowing fire for the headlight, the tail on fire for the break light, and on both sides the wings where the exhaust pipes. The handlebars where the horns of the dragon as well.

He would pull up to the hospital in that overly loud harley motorcycle and find a nice parking spot, pulling the sign from under the seat that gave fair warning that anyone who went after the bike would die a most slow and painful death. Grabbing up a 20 inch square box and a couple cups in a starbucks holder and head into the hospital, not paying attention to anything else, except heading to the room.

He heard voices in the room so he would start talking before entering. Leon was a professional. he would begin talking, and when he spoke it would be in code in case something was wrong in the room, he would have fair warning. In that instence Leon would be in gear for combat.

"Oui ymnekrd eh drana?"

Once he would get the likely cocky remark from Mathew he would enter with his gifts of a ultra large pizza and a good dozen cups of manly hot cocoa.

[Linda Osako]

Linda burst threw the hospital doors, panting, trying to catch her breath. She looked over and noticed the lady at the receptionist desk was starring at her.

"May I help you?" She asked Linda as she looked her over.

Linda was wearing a tight white dress shirt that was mostly buttoned up, but revealed a lot of cleavage. She was also wearing a fancy black short short skirt with a small slit going up the leg with black stilettos. In her hands she had a card and a bottle of Champagne.

Linda leaned over to the lady.

"What room is Mathew Amtrum in?"

The lady looked the name up on the computer and then pulled out a post-it and began writing something down. She then handed the piece of paper with a room number on it to Linda.

"Thanks."

Linda sped down the hallway reading the room numbers until she came across an open door with Mathew's name on the registry.

Linda peeked her head in, seeing a familiar blond had just entered with food. Linda stealthy walked up behind Leon and with a quick motion, smack him in the ass.

"Hey sexy. Long time no see." She said as the smack echoed in the room.

There was another guy in the room but Linda didn't recognize him and thus turned her attention to Mathew.

"I brought you gifts!" She cheered holding up the bottle of champagne and the get well soon card. Linda could only chuckle to herself knowing what text was inside it.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Uv luinca E's ug. Vilg y kio kadc y lnylgat cruimtan yht oui drehg ra lyh'd ryhtma rescamv. Craacr!" Mathew would call out, in a gruff but sarcastic tone.

It was a little insulting, Leon had been fucked up way worse then Mathew was now, he gets hurt and all of a sudden they think he can't handle himself? He didn't know where the kid got off, he was ready to rip him a new one, that was until he saw Leon had brought food. Not just food but the most manly drink ever brewed. Hot fucking cocoa.

Mathew had just been about to greet Leon when he saw a familiar face sneak in to the room, one that would have taken him by surprise if she hadn't called out to him during the fight. He roared with laughter when she slapped Leon's ass so hard it was like a thunder clap. He laughed so hard his back and shoulder hurt.

"Fucking priceless." He said with a grin as he admired Linda's form. She had always been the hottest gang leader back in New York, he was definitely happy to SEE her again.

"Oh? What did you bring?" He asked curiously, always one to enjoy free stuff. Free food, toys, money, free was always good.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon noticed Mathew looking off to the side only too late to do anything about it as Linda smacked him on the ass. She would say some words that made Leon raise an eye brow, and then she would be on her merry way of giving Mathew presents. Leon would walk over to a table in the room and pull it over setting the pizza and drinks down. He would look to the kid in the room again, then to Mathew pointing at the guy.

"Fruc dra get?"

But without waiting for an answer he wold turn towards the guy and ask him.

"Do I know you?"

Leon would narrow his eyes childishly at the guy as he folded his arms, his mind only thinking two things. Pizza, why this guy was here, and Pizza. Maybe thats three things, but you cant think about pizza too much.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis would listen to all the small talk thrown his way, but he didn't really fill it in with any of his own. He simply gazed toward the male laying in the bed, wondering why he had actually came here himself. Having watched the fight, he knew this male here was some one that he could use to get better then he already was. His reputation around the school was nothing short of a tyrant, and while Travis didn't care about getting his name known, he did care about getting stronger as a person. Who better then The Earth Dragon?

So I am just going to be blunt here. Why are you here? Well wisher? Seeking training? Out for revenge? Or are you visiting Blaze too?

The way Mathew spoke, it was clear he was full of himself. He was the most important thing in this room, and he was going to talk to anyone, any way he wanted. Travis didn't mind though. After seeing what he had done in the fight, he believed that the guy had the right to think that way. After all, even through a battle like that he hadn't actually lost. The cops had just gone and fucked the entertainment all up on him.

"Blaze? I'm guessing he's that other tool you were fighting.. Nah. I don't give a shit about him. I'm here because you showed the kind of strength I wish to have one day."

He didn't mean physical strength. He meant all-around strength. It was proven that Mathew could dish out damage, as well as take it, counter it and just about everything else. He seemed like a very complete fighter, which was what Travis hoped for in himself some day. It was quite possible he was already on his way alone, but it never helped to find other people to train with, to fight with. But before he had too much more time to keep it going, someone else would wander in the room, and speak a language that he had never heard before. His right eyebrow would raise for a moment. He guessed this was a friend of Mathew's, and for now he would step off to the side.

It didn't seem that this other male would be the last visitor after all, as another figure soon came inside and Travis' eyes couldn't help but catch upon her. He didn't know her, he was quite sure that he would have remembered a female that looked like her if he had met her. Travis felt a little awkward now though. He didn't really know any of them, and thus it made him worry on the inside slightly. After all, Mathew seemed dangerous enough all alone. And these other two didn't seem like push-overs either. He could feel something strange about all of it. But for the moment he decided he'd stay silent. Until the girl looked at him and spoke.

Do I know you?

"No. I don't think so anyways.. I'm Travis Delmonte."

[Linda Osako]

"Hu etay. Oui kud rana pavuna sa nasaspan?"

Linda gave her attention back to Mathew.

"I brought you gifts! Celebration time!" She held up the bottle and the card. Then walked over to Mathew's bed side and handed him the card with a rather large smile on her face.

"Read that while I figure out how to get this open." She said referring to the get well soon card as she tried to open the bottle of champagne.

Linda was happy to see Mathew and Leon... even though they had moved to Long Beach and not so much as told her a word about it... wait... Fuckers....

She began to claw at the top of the bottle with her nails, attempting to pry to cork out from the top. She kept a listen, hoping Mathew would read the card out loud. She couldn't wait to get this bottle open.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Riiiiight, I am going to put that in the well wisher check box." He said with a smug tone. He truly was an egotistical jerk, but that was Mathew, you loved it, hated it, whatever. As long as you dealt with it. The kid wanted to be like Mathew? That kind of fighter? No one else in the world could be just like Mathew, but he got what the kid was saying. Able to take punishment like no human should be able to and keep going. Able to stand with the best of them. Deal with people out of his league, simply put. One of the best there is.

He snatched the card out of Linda's hand opening it up and reading it silently to himself before he crushed it in his hand. He didn't take the joke in good humor.

"Haha Linda, very funny." He said in a tone that dripped with sarcasm. It was a bit too soon to be joking about it for Mathew's tastes. And while he didn't lose, being injured was almost a personal insult. At least it was to Mathew. Throwing the card in to the trash can Mathew shifted his position to look at the first kid that had come. This Travis kid.

"So, you want to be like us? You mean a Dragon? You think you have what it takes to be a Dragon?" He asked, his tone doubtful, yet interested. If the kid thought he had what it took, well then things would be interesting indeed.

[Bastille Amtrum]

“Excuse me, what room are Mr. Blaze and Mr. Amtrum in?” her voice said quietly but strongly.

Bastille was wearing nice jeans, a white long sleeved shirt and a pink short sleeved jacket vest with the hood pulled up over her head. Her hair was pulled back into a series of clips and a small pony tail. Her crimson eyes stood out brightly against the pink. The nurse stared a moment at how girlie the girl looked and then nodded with a smile.

Bastille wished the woman would notice the plethora of studded bracelets on her wrists as well as the three belts around her waist. All the men at the car wash today had noticed as she bought a beer where that her shirt was tight fitting. Bastille actually had to put the pink jacket vest on because blood had stained the side of her shirt from where she had broken his nose. The nurse pointed the way on the map and Bastille measured the movements and then was gone before the lady even finished with her explanation of how to get there.

For the first hour she was in David’s room watching him sleep and talking with him the moments he was conscious. Bastille knew the moment they took him off sedation he would flee the hospital, like she always did. Bastille had left the room leaving him a bag of freshly baked cookies that she had made in her lulling boredom of a day where both the shooting range and fencing studio where closed. She hadn’t known they would come to such good use later.

She hadn’t been there for the fight, though of course it was all over the school. Bastille had heard the exact moves made by each and knew what to believe and what not to believe. Rumors where always rumors to her. She was sorry she had missed such a fight. Her crimson eyes flickered next to the door as a seductive looking lady walked down it. Bastille was curious as to what the hell she was doing here. No doubt for Amtrum. It was time she saw him now…she picked up the second bag of cookies with a green ribbon tied to the top and followed the lady. She was right and smirked at herself for being so obviously correct.

The lady was for Amtrum and at least this patient was awake when she was to visit, but there where others in the room. She would slip in and out, not wanting to be a nuisance. She didn’t have to walk in as there was a table close to the door. She peeked around the corner and smirked, no one was looking at the door. She quickly stood in the door way for a moment, dropped the bag of cookies on the table then turned to stand outside the door. She would wait till she was either invited or could speak to him alone. Or till he was sedated and could draw faces on him.

[Travis Delmonte]

Riiiiight, I am going to put that in the well wisher check box.

Travis would smirk slightly after he heard that comment. It wasn't hard to see he was full of himself. Travis didn't care either. He has full of himself most of the time too. It was only natural to want to flaunt what you have, and feel superior to other people. When you felt superior, you dropped those kind of asshole-ish comments. Travis was usually the one to do it, but instead he'd allow himself to be much more respectful. After all, he didn't want to ruin his chances here.

He would watch the male as he began to read the card which 'Linda' seemed to give Mathew. He didn't hear what was in it, but he could tell that Mathew didn't like it, due to the tone he spoke it. Travis would ignore it for the most part, after all he didn't know what to think of it. His arms stilled crossed as he stood there, and glanced between all the people in the room, before he finally caught The Earth Dragon look upon him once more.

So, you want to be like us? You mean a Dragon? You think you have what it takes to be a Dragon?

Travis hadn't really thought about that. He didn't even understand exactly why Mathew had the title in the first place. And obviously since he said 'us', Travis assumed that these other two were Dragons as well. He originally just wanted to grow stronger, to have Mathew help him achieve his goals. But this Dragon thing was kind of interesting in it's own right. And if he did become one, he was sure that it would make him stronger in the end.

"Yeah. I do think I have what it takes."

Confidence was key. Travis had always been a very confident person, and it had helped him through a lot of difficult situations. To keep oneself confident, was to know your strengths. He knew he could hang with Mathew from what he saw, at least for awhile. As for the other two, he knew nothing about them.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon's phone would vibrate, as he would lift it and check what it said. He slowly shook his head, but only slightly. He would take a single slice put it on a paper plate, take it over to Mathew, get himself one and start towards the door, where a girl was standing. He could of swore he'd seen her before. Maybe one of Mathews slaves, he always had a few of those.

"Sorry guys, places to be, hostile take overs to run."

Leon would begin walking towards the door, stopped infront of the girl. His face seriouse as he would shake his head in warning.

"Dont go to school tomorrow."

And with that Leon would head back for his bike and take off.

[Linda Osako]

Linda began to laugh after Leon's warning, while she simultaneously popped the cork out of the champagne.

She walked over to the side of Mathew's bed again, to grab some cups. Once she had the cups in hand she began pouring the beautiful sparkling glory into the cups. She would then walk over to Mathew and hand him a cup, then over to his fan, and give him a cup. Who said under aged drinking in a hospital was illegal?

"Drink up. It'll be fun with the pain killers I know your on." Linda said with a smile as she looked at Mathew.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew saw the hand reaching in, and knew it had to be Bastille, lord knows Helter would just barge in. And Adrian, while a girly little priss, was still a boxer and didn't have girly arms. He grinned when he heard Leon's warning too. Tomorrow was going to be fun. Holding the drink in hand he would flash Linda a curious look, before giving her a playful grin. He was going to have some fun.

"Bastille you can come in now, besides, I want you to drink this. I shouldn't be drinking while on pain meds. No one wants to see a loopy Mathew." He joked, knowing full well that EVERYBODY probably wanted to see a loopy Mathew. Lord knew it would have to be funny.

He waited for Bastille to comply, holding out the drink for her, fully expecting her to do as he told her. After all, that was the deal they had made. If he had lost he would have let her drive. She just happened to make a stupid bet.