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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 9, 2006 14:58:27 GMT -8
Note: Italics= Inner thought
IC:
"Do you wanna laugh about my height now?"
Woomin fit his foot snugly in between the boy's chest and head, ready to apply pressure to crush the boy's windpipes at anytime. Why had Woomin assaulted a student? This young, stupid, and now apparently sorry, boy had insulted Woomin because of his height. Something he was protective of. Probably too protective, if there were such a thing.
Seeing as the boy failed to answer him, he began pressing down on the boys neck ever so slowly. The slower something came, the more anxious or excited one became. Woomin grinned for a slight second, but suddenly grimaced. Pointing a finger at the boy caught under his foot, Woomin began to speak outt of frustration.
"You DELIBERATELY make fun of me where I can hear you, Now you won't apologize for your lack of respect for the common and odd people alike? What? Are you embarrassed to offer an apology? You've already been humiliated in front of all these people, getting your ass kicked by what you call a MIDGET and all. I'd think you would at least want to save your own neck? Right?"
He made gestures to correlate with his little speech, directed at his offender and anyone else who would care to listen. Observing the young "man" had no intention of apologizing, Woomin sighed. He lifted his foot off of the boy's neck. He shook his head before he began speaking.
"I'm letting a jerk like you go. But that's ONLY because today is my first day. I don't feel like getting involved with the falculty today. But you better remember not to call me short. Because before you know it, I'll outgrow you. Yeah, I will. Then I'll laugh at you because of your physical stature. Now please. Get lost."
Smirking as the young man squirmed onto his feet so he could escape from Woomin, he proceeded to turn to any surveryors, observers, spectators, and the like. He straightened his back, hopefully gaining an extra inch or two to make him look taller. But, being the 4'11 young man he was... It was hard to look tall at all.
"So... Does anyone else have a problem with my height? Or can we all get along by disregarding people's size and oddities?"
OOC: It is an open thread. But please note that whether you are friendly or hostile to my character, you will either become a friend or foe from here on. Thank you ^__^;;
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Aug 9, 2006 15:19:05 GMT -8
"So... Does anyone else have a problem with my height? Or can we all get along by disregarding people's size and oddities?"
"I think I do.. Midget.."
The midget part was only said to get his attention. Sure, it was pretty much true, but Travis had no intention of becoming his enemy so quickly. What he saw in thsi rather.. short boy was potential. Potentinal to be something great. And A plan was forming in Travis' mind. He wanted to see exactly what this kid could do now. And how well he could do it. surely he would only improve in time. He would get better, and hopefully if things turned out as Travis hoped, then there could be some kind of bond between the two. A powerful and unbreakable force. The thought had been brewing in Travis' mind for awhile now. A gang. He would bring up a gang within time. And maybe it was time to start recruiting for it. Finding suitable members. Could this new student be a suitable member? Soon enough Travis would find out.
Travis' boots would click against the tiled floor as he made his way through a small crowd of students, pushing them aside, and out of his way. Soon enough he would be closer to the rather small student that he had adressed earlier. A smirk upon his face. As he came to a halt about 6 feet or so away from Woomin, his arms would lift and cross at his chest. He would shift his weight onto his left leg and then stare.. down at the boy.
"Please.. I want to see exactly how tough you are for your size.. Show me just how you plan on surviving in this school.."
He would wait and watch. He wondered exactly how this boy planne don attacking, or if he planned on attacking at all. Travis felt that he didn't need to do much to provoke this boy. As he had already made a remark or two about his size. He wouldn't take his eyes off him, just incase he tried to use some secret attack or something. You never knew these days. Hell.. Travis had never faught someone so small before. Who knew what he would try to do!
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Post by tai on Aug 9, 2006 15:25:07 GMT -8
A boy in the crowd stood clapping leaning against a wall. He got back on both feet and started to walk up to the front of the crowd. His blackish brown haired cover his eyes and he could barely see through them. He wore a white t-shirt with blue sleeves and above it he wore a yellow shirt that had black straps going across and he also wore dark blue jeans.
Once he got there he kept going toward the boy that was lying on the ground. His eyes glanced at the boy who was called a midget and then his gaze shifted over to the boy that had been lying on the ground. The boy had been beaten bad.
"Even if he made fun of you.... you shouldn't go to such lengths to hurt him.."
He started to help the boy walk over to the nurse's office. His back was to the short boy. Then his neck slowly turned to face him, "But if you still want to blow some steam, this one shall be your opponent from here on out."
His back was still turned to the short midget boy but he had paused for a moment. He noticed another boy had walked up and started talking to the kid. And that meant... NO ONE HEARD HIS BADASSNESS!!! The guy looked pretty tough but still it wasn't fair picking on someone smaller than you.
"Ey... pick on someone your own size..."
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 9, 2006 16:33:19 GMT -8
"I think I do.. Midget.."
Woomin felt himself cringe as the words vibrated in his ear. It seemed as though people in this highschool did not learn very quickly. He dearly and truly wished that he wouldn't have to get involved in a violent scene on his first day. His very first day. His debut! He was planning to try and be nice on this particular day as well. But it seemed as though others loved the rush that fighting provided.
Woomin flexed his biceps by clenching his fingerless gloved hands. He lowered his dull grey orbs to the floor to hide the hatred burning inside him. Hatred of the word "midget", hatred of all the assholes in the world who couldn't appreciate the oddities in life, and the hatred of his genetics. As the word "Midget" rang through his mind in many different languages, he felt his fists trembling, no, his WHOLE BODY quiver as he aimed to make this young man before him pay. Whipping his hand out to point at Travis, he readied himself to deliver a message.
"Ey... pick on someone your own size..."
Son of a bitch. Now someone interrupted him. Interruptions pissed Woomin off. Now too angry to glare at anyone he looked down at the ground. Why did interruptions piss off Woomin? Was it cause he might be impatient? Anxious? On a roll? Let us see what type of message it sends to Woomin's control center, otherwise known as his brain.
Interrupted... He's practically say "BECAUSE YOU'RE SHORT, I'M GOING TO INTERRUPT YOU! YOU'RE SMALL AND NOT IMPORTANT!" And while interrupting me, he INSULTEDme! How? BY IMPLYING THAT I COULDN'T TAKE THIS COCK BITE BECAUSE OF MY SIZE!
"Hey... Insignificant small fuck... [glow=purple,2,300]FUCK OFF, I CAN TAKE THIS GUY! REGARDLESS OF MY SIZE![/glow]"
Woomin thought maybe that his foe would have been distracted by the other challenger's voice. Woomin hated to waste oppurtunities. This man did imply he couldn't be too tough because of his size. Woomin darted off to the direction opposite of the way Travis would have to look if he were to look at Tai. By doing so, Woomin could sneak up on Travis even if he did start turning his neck, assuming he had looked at Tai. Woomin would crouch as he got close to the side of Travis, using the tension gathering up in his strong for his size legs to catapult him in the air, aiming a knee at Travis's cheek.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Aug 9, 2006 17:10:24 GMT -8
"Ey... pick on someone your own size..."
Travis only smirked. His eyes not straying from the little guy who seemed to be rather pissed off that someone had interrupted him when he was about to say something. Travis couldn't exactly say he knew exactly what the little 'midget' felt, but he knew how it must feel. He kinda felt sorry for the poor little guy, but soon enough, that poor little guy would shout out at whoever had interrupted him.
"Hey... Insignificant small fuck... FUCK OFF, I CAN TAKE THIS GUY! REGARDLESS OF MY SIZE!"
That smirk turned into a wide grin after he heard that. He actually liked this small guy, though he didn't know his name yet, he would surely ask after their fight. Which he knew would be coming soon. And if Travis was still able, he would surely deal with that other fool who had tried to stop him from testing the smaller-then-normal freshman. And then thats when the little tyke moved. He began to approach Travis, and had Travis looked away, he would surely had succeeded with his attack, but no. When Travis set his eyes on someone, and marked then as his 'target' he didn't take them away. Woomin was currently his 'target' And he had watched him closely.
When Woomin crouched, Travis' legs would bend and he would begin to move. When Woomin had launched himself into the air, He would most-likely realize that Travis was not in the same place that he had been a few seconds before, instead Travis would have side stepped to his left, ending up at Woomin's right, and he would pull his own attack. As Woomin was in the air, Travis would slowly uncross his arms and pull back his right shoulder as he had sidestepped, and then launched his full body, and weight toward his opponent who was currently air-bound. He aimed to slam that shoulder hard against Woomin's right side and knock him out of the air, sending him toward a near-by locker.
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 9, 2006 17:35:52 GMT -8
Woomin's sleepy grey eyes widened as he felt an impact on his right side. With no time to check how it was done, threw his weight to the right. This would allow him to fly through the air sideways at locker, with his feet slamming into the locker first. When he felt his feet colliding with the locker, he let his knees bend to prevent more damage than needed. In that same split-second Woomin pushed off the locker, launching a human torpedo at the Red Head. He hoped this time he had him by surprise, or else he may have to fall back into a defensive position until he had a better feel for his opponent.
Approaching his target, Woomin clenched his fist again. This time he would hit for sure. He could feel it. Or thats what he believed anyway. But if one didn't believe, why try anything at all? Woomin's fist rocketed ahead the rest of his body. This whole maneuvar would make Woomin seem and feel like Superman a bit when he was flying around the city.
ITS A BIRD! IT A PLANE! ITS MY FIST IN YOUR FACE! God... i love my crappy jokes... why...?
With no time to find answers he has longed for, Woomin can only believe that this time it would work. Otherwise, he would be at a disadvantage. He could fly into a wall or something. Or he might take another hit. Time seemed so long for him as only a few mere seconds had passed between him pushing off the locker and sending himself at Travis.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Aug 9, 2006 18:09:36 GMT -8
The whole time this happened, Travis continued to keep his eyes locked upon his opponent. He wasn't about to underestimate Woomin just because of his size. He was sure that the boy had some potential. He knew that even with his size, he could probably do some damage. And the size would definitely have it's advantages in certain situations. But this time his size and weight would probably not help him much at all. In fact, Travis planned on using that to his advantage now.
Travis would watch as Woomin corrected himself as quick as possible, landed against the lockers and then pushed off, flying back toward Travis super-man style! See, Travis knew he had potential! And as Travis watched the boy, the idea formed perfectly in his head! Some hybrid version of midget tossing! AWESOME! And here he would come, and Travis would act fast, and hopefully pull this off. He would once again side-step to the left, both his arms shooting to grab at Woomin's arm as he flew through the air. If successful, both hands would clamp down hard upon the flying kid's wrist, practically digging finger nails in, and then he would begin to pivot and rotate on his feet.
He would proceed to hopefully rotate one full rotate, which would help pick up speed and momentum, and then once again go for another rotate, if it made it that far, Travis would release the 'midget' and hurl him right back at the lockers that he had originally bounced off the first time. With the picked up speed and momentum, Travis doubted that he would be able to react fast enough to do the same thing this time. He guessed that the poor bastard would injure his legs slightly, and probably slow him down for the rest of the fight. If it even continued.
If Woomin had managed to break the spins, he doubted that the boy would escape with no injurie at all. But who knew, he was flying like superman! Maybe he was the 'Midget O' Steel'!
WOOHOO FOR MIDGET HURLING!
[OOC: XD]
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 9, 2006 18:46:58 GMT -8
Woomin felt nails digging their way into his skin. He winced as he felt the pain sending electrical messages to his brain to stop whatever was hurting him. Unfortunately, he had no time to react. He soon felt himself going around in a complete circle. But he wasn't going sideways... No! He was spinning to his left! Woomin had no idea what was really happening, but he did feel himself spinning. Unable to react properly because his current situation was unknown worried Woomin quite a bit.
Feeling nails that were once sunk into nails gone after a few rotations, Woomin felt relief and himself flying backwards. Flying?Backwards? It seems like his sense of relief was not meant to be a lasting one. Woomin tried to get his feet on the ground so he would be able to skid backwards but alas! He was too short...
Feeling his legs slam into the locker first, he felt pain making its merry way to his brain, once again. After that, Woomin could feel himself falling, no, slamming into the ground. Quite a way for his attack to end in failure. He didn't think there was any clearer way to tell him.
Pushing off the ground, Woomin shook his head. His effort came to no avail, he was still dizzy. He thought as though he saw two of everything. Or maybe he really was! This could be very bad. He got up on his feet, awkwardly, but nonetheless got on his feet. He took up a wobbly stance, even in his dizziness. His shoulders were squared, knees bent, and arms at both sides. He tried not to give off the appearance of an unstable stance, but for an odd reason, he felt as though he were failing to hide his dizziness.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Aug 9, 2006 19:11:18 GMT -8
Everything had gone as he planned, even up to the part where the boy slammed against the lockers and hit the ground soon after. Travis would chuckle slightly at the thoughts of the new little hybrid game of 'Midget Tossing' he had just took part in. He could only wish he could say that without offending the boy. After all, he didn't want to make an enemy here. He was only testing him to see if he would fit the type of person Travis would like in his company. So far, he didn't seem as if he was terrible at fighting or anything like that. He just seemed to use too many aerial attacks. Which were usually easily avoided or countered, without much chance of making it out without any damage.
Travis would close his eyes for a second or two and shake his head as he tried to shake of the slight dizziness he had received from his little 'midget hurling' technique. He would take a deep breath and stabilize himself for the time being. The dizziness was still present, but he would be able to operate almost perfectly. His eyes would look back to the lockers at which he had just tossed Woomin. His hands would unclench and then clench once more as he observed the small freshman. His vivid blue orbs would catch sight of the slight wobble of the boy before him. He was still a little shaken up by being tossed hard against the locker. Understandable. But Travis wasn't going to just let him recover. No, he would rush forward and use this to his advantage.
Now he knew he boy wasn't going to be out of it completely. He knew that, for the most part he would be able to act as he normally did. So Travis had to keep on his toes. His charge wouldn't be extremely fast. It would be a charge with speed, but Travis would still be able to maneuver should he need to change up his attack pattern. Once he reached the boy, about three feet away, Travis would pressed both feet hard against the waxed, tile floor and come to skidding halt in front of Woomin. Travis' left leg leading slightly, so that Travis' crotch was not so easily targeted.
His right hand would have already folded into a fist and be sent as he skidded foreword slightly. That first would be swinging upwardly from Travis' side, normally it would have been sent against someone's chest, but as Woomin was rather small, that strong uppercut was being sent toward Woomin's face! At the same time that blow was sent, Travis' left arm would have folded and pulled back, ready to be sent if his first blow connected. The left would most likely be sent toward the same spot, in a downward straight punch, against Woomin's face.
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 9, 2006 19:34:40 GMT -8
A surprising move. Tile sliding. Even with himself still dizzy, Woomin could tell that much. Maybe seeing doubles would give him an advantage? Probably not, but Woomin liked being an optimist. Travis's attack seemed obvious. His left was leading, and his right was pulled back. So with common sense, one should be capable of prying apart the attack.
Woomin grinned. He watched the right, and upon seeing it travelling upwards towards his face, he whipped his head back. The uppercut missed completely. Had Woomin been taller, it would have connected somewhere that couldn't have been maneuvared like his head. Retracting his head to its normal position, Woomin saw Travis's body twisting to the left. Another attack? Wait! THATS NOT FAIR!
Before Travis completely twisted to his body to the left, Woomin slipped his fingers into the pockets of Travis's pants, gripping the inside. Woomin knew it wouldn't stop Travis's follow-up, but now he had a clear shot! Upon feeling the bonk on top of his head, Woomin's knee launched upward into the crotch area. Travis could escape, but not without ripping his pants. Did the Midget finally get a shot in?
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Aug 9, 2006 19:53:18 GMT -8
So Travis' right uppercut missed and his left didn't end up landing with the exact amount of strength that Travis would have liked. And what was worse, was that the midget hand actually slipped his fingers into Travis' pants! EW! But that wasn't it, he felt a hard knee slam into his crotch after that! Travis would release a rather loud, angry grunt after that and he wince. At the same time, Travis' anger took over and he set himself up for another attack.
Anger was arising quickly. Travis hadn't mean to hurt the boy at the beginning of this fight. But he couldn't help but want to rip him apart now. He guessed that was probably a normal reaction from someone that just got a knee to the nuts! Fucking ow! Travis' right hand, which had not returned to his side after taking the hit, would drop drop from above Woomin and he would hope to slam his palm against his opponent's forehead, and then hopefully grip hard with his thumb and fingers digging in. That left hand which had successfully landed a blow would also attempt to grab ahold of Woomin's head, and if they were successful, he would attempt to throw his opponent backward and slam his head against the damned lockers which were close behind his opponent.
Now with Woomin busy gripping Travis' pants, he doubted that the boy would be able to block either attempt at grabbing, but you never knew what could happen. Maybe he had a way out of it. Or maybe he didn't. Travis didn't know, nor did he care. If his little attack was unsuccessful, he would try and try until he finally pulled something off. He wasn't about to let himself lose. Especially after being kneed in the nuts!
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 9, 2006 21:01:59 GMT -8
Woomin felt his knee connect with Travis's weak spot. Finally he landed a blow! And hopefully one that would be of considerable damage. Woomin smirked at his achievment, but it quickly dissappearded as he felt hands gripping his head. His fingers were stuck inside the pockets of Travis's pants! He wasn't able to wriggle out of the hands' grip either. He quickly released the grip he had on the inside of the pant's pockets as he felt himself flying backwards, again. This guy liked throwing him around. Must be some sort of hobby of his.
Not even trying to recover, Woomin dashed forward at the Red Head. Hoping that his first landed blow was taking effect on him, Woomin launched a simple attack. His right elbow would aim for the stomach, attempting to knock air out of him. Woomin couldnt think clearly, but he knew he was probably losing consciousness. It wasn't exactly easy taking down the first guy. And now he has recieved multiple blows from this newcomer. Maybe Woomin should stop thinking for a bit and rely on instincts. That should ease himself up a bit. Or not...
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Aug 10, 2006 9:21:58 GMT -8
Travis' throw was nearly perfect, and his little friend here hit the lockers. But that didn't seem to keep him down for too long, as he had recovered quickly and began a charge at Travis. After the boy had released Travis' pants, and Travis had thrown him back, Travis himself had taken a few large steps backwards to gain distance. And that would only prove to help him in the end, as the 'midget' rushed in to try and pull off an attack. Since Travis had backed off, his hands would have returned to his side, and they would be in the nearly perfect position for the grapple type attack that he wanted to pull off now. All he would need was for his opponent to near, and he would attempt to use it.
And soon enough Woomin came in close. The strike came as an elbow. Perfect, for a grapple and throw, for the first was already sealed up. Travis sidestepped to the right with a quick spring. At the same time his left hand came down upon his right wrist, the one doing the strike. And his right hand came under the elbow. The perfect lever, with the force Travis was applying one could not escape this quick hold. At the same time, Travis planted his left foot to the side as his right foot coiled around Woomin's right foot. Then the trigger was pulled. Travis at the same time shot up his right hand (the one under the elbow), while his left hand was applying more downward pressure. He also kicked his right foot back and up. The counter was a quick and hard throw, that couldn't be countered for the whole right side of Woomin's body was locked up, because of the hold on his arm and the coil round his leg.
Or at least he hoped it wouldn't be countered. He hoped to end this fight soon, before either fighter got injured more then they needed to be injured. So far, Travis found that this fight was interesting. Thats for sure. He couldn't say it has been the hardest fight he's ever had, but it wasn't the easiest. And hey, it still wasn't over. It was quite possible that this boy would be able to pull some kind of attack off and manage to defeat him. Though Travis doubted it.
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 10, 2006 9:40:59 GMT -8
A sidestep? Again? And it was too late to change the course of his charge. Strange how the same maneuvar was used too many times throughout the same battle and he had found no way to counter it. Again, Woomin felt hands clamping onto his body. Only this time it was his arm. He got it now. This guy was a grappler! Wow, Woomin could be considered a genius for being so observant. He was a little late in finding this out though.And judging from how often the person dodged, he could assume he wasn't too durable. Information that would prove valuable to him should he ever meet this adversary again.
Feeling his arm being used as a lever, he felt no ground under his feet. Panicking, his left hand lunged out to grab anything it could from preventing the fall. He took ahold of Travis's collar. Upon the impact with the ground, Woomin would have cringed or winced if he had the stamina to. But no, he wanted to get one last hit in. Feeling the hands let go of his right arm, he smirked as he still had a rip on the boy's collar. He didn't wait for Travis's arms to retract fully. His right hand curled into fist and then flew towards the Red headed guy's face. Woomin doubted that he could dodge, or even stop his fist. But after this Woomin would be open. Completely open. Sad how he had lost to a disrespectful person as this in front of allt hese people. Well hopefully he would feel his fist. And Woomin was sure he had felt his knee already.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Aug 10, 2006 9:59:56 GMT -8
Woomin had fallen from Travis' last little grapple attack. A large smirk was placed upon his face as Woomin fell, but that was wiped away soon enough as he lifted his head slightly to look at the crowds of people and felt a fist slam against his chin. The force wasn't incredibly, but it was enough to knock Travis back a few steps and wonder what the hell just happened. The blow came as a surprise, and Travis hadn't really expected it. Travis' vivid blue orbs would shoot down to the boy who lay upon the ground now, completely open to attack. Perfect. And with a grunt, Travis would spring into action.
Travis would hop foreword and then his right leg would lift up high and fast. His right arm folded, with his right hand pressed against his knee and as that leg lifted and came to a halt, it would soon drop down fast and hard. The attack was an odd heel stomp. The heel would drop and hopefully slam against Woomin's chest and then hopefully bring an end to the fight. Travis was growing slightly tired, and he didn't know how much longer he could last before his anger took hold and he didn't hold back any more.
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