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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 11, 2009 13:24:59 GMT -8
Building 1, Boiler Room Under The School Text:Making his way down the rickety stairs of the closed-off boiler room, the German slowly held out his left hand to keep track of the railing to keep his balance. The light switch-up top was broken, so he was going particularly slow.---Half-way down the steps he had to step back for a moment, as his foot sunk a little lower then it was supposed to---a broken step. Letting out a short breath as if to help balance himself, he stepped over it, and continued on down, 'til he hit the bottom, close to the crater.
...There, he leaned over, and the lights went on, his back flicking up the lights for the lower part of the room. No, there wasn't much to detail on, he was just getting short and to the point with all of this. But he was pleased with himself---looked like it had been a while since anyone had used this room. Almost perfect, the small confinements aside.
But he kept close to the bottom of the stairs, looking up towards the slightly jarred door. Leaning on his left shoulder towards the wall, as he closed his eye to rest. Why was he waiting there, specifically? Well, considering he nearly fell down the stairs from a stupid broken step... |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 11, 2009 13:58:59 GMT -8
She had been in the middle of...well, nothing important, she just thought her car was making a weird clinking noise and decided that after school would be a good time to root through the schools metal shop scrap heap. Nothing here would help, but there were parts of a very old bumper in here that she could make into an awesome spoiler. That would look hot on her gull-wing lambourghini, tucked away at home in it's garage-y bed. Snug as a Volkswagon Bug in a rug. She thought that she'd be there all day until her phone buzzed violently in her jeans pocket. Muttering to herself, she flipped open her phone, prepared to tell Julie for the eighth time that week that she couldn't hang--
Her fingers flew over the keypad as she replied.
Snapping her phone shut, Delilah immediately abandoned her fruitless search of a better muffler (she was better off getting one from a genuine parts shop). Julie was one thing, "Unfettered" was quite another...and TRAINING no less! Finally! Smiling, she slipped out of the doors of Building 2 and crossed the courtyard with a slight spring in her step, cheerfully guiding herself to the boiler room to see...
She stopped in her tracks and blinked at herself. She shook her head Stop thinking stupid shit,[/color] She muttered, slightly frustrated but genuinely curious. These thoughts were weird. No matter. She would ignore them for the time being and hope they went away.
Once inside, she found the abandoned door to the boiler room and found the light already on. It was dim, but it was still light. So he was here? Delilah smiled. She started down the steps, reaching carefully from step to step with her toes and grabbing the rough material beneath her feet, feeling every step. This was part of her trainig, going at that steady and slow pace despite her eagerness. She couldn't wait to get in to a decent training session with someone who knew a thing or two about combat, much less someone she li-
WHAT?!
Oh, how inconvenient...
That thought caused Delilah to lose focus, just when she reached the broken step. She felt her foot hit air, and automatically threw her upper body forewards, tucking her neck and head in as she passed the hole and rolled the rest of the way down the flight of stairs.
She landed a little woozly on her feet once she hit the bttom, dazed and bruised in several places along her back and thighs. "Ow..." shaking it off, she looked around, noticing the huge crater in the wall. She couldn't see the white haired German, but she smiled anyway and jerked her thmb at the crater. "Did you do that?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 12, 2009 14:44:43 GMT -8
"...And Jill Came Tumbling After." Light beckoned in from above, and the German stiffened for a moment---But only for a moment. He recognized that sound, this feel. Fraulen Black had entered into the room. His little sister had come in for training. Truthfully, the thought warmed him up a little more then just a little bit.---
---Tumbling noises. Shit, she hit the broken step. The German rushed forward, eye slowly growing wider, as he rushed to the bottom step, but he was a bit too slow, as she landed at the very bottom. Nothing too serious looking with her, but still, he only managed to get there as she landed."Ow...""...Told ya to vatch for zat step," the German shook his head, smiling, as he extended out his hand to grasp for hers."Did you do that?"Provided she had grabbed for his hand, he'd pull her up, and steady her with his other hand by grabbing her shoulder. If she didn't reach for his hand, he'd bend forward a little more, and grab for her waist, and stand back up slowly, and walk backwards slowly with care, 'til he could slide her down."Nah... Zat crater'z been zer.---You alright, though? Still raring to go for our training session?" |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 13, 2009 8:46:16 GMT -8
"...Told ya to vatch for zat step,"
"Ah, shaddap." she grumbled, rubbing her left shoulder absently as she grinned up at the German. She shook her head at his offeratory hand -she still remembered why she'd become distracted and had fallen- and had begun to rise when his arm looped around her waist to pull her to her feet. Her whole body tensed and a surprising heat -she'd rarely ever blushed before in her life- rose to her cheeks, but she did not resist. Her head was too muddled to resist, and that surprised her too. Confusion? What was that? She exhaled as he released her and her muscles untightened, her frame falling a little. She smiled at him gratefully. Now...what to say...her smile tightened as she realized she was at a loss for words.
"Th-" she coughed in lieu of a surprising and sudden stammer, What is with me today?!"Thanks." Damn. Still said quieter than she would have liked. Stupid stairs. Stupid thoughts. "So, did you do that?" she asked again.
"Nah... Zat crater'z been zer.---You alright, though? Still raring to go for our training session?"[/i]
She looked puzzled for a second before her expression cleared. Right. That's why she was here in the first place. Stupid stairs. Her self-assured grin returned. "Does the sun shine?" She rolled her weight forewards onto the balls of her feet and leaned forwards to peak in the boiler room. The place looked like a disaster area. She whistled. "Looks like a bomb went off..." she looked back at him slyly. "I can see why you chose it. Any other reasons?"
((OOC: D: I realise I didn't exactly answer your questions yesterday about how long till things asplode. >3 I sent you PM.))
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 14, 2009 10:24:52 GMT -8
...And He's Supposed To Be Smart... "Ah, shaddap."Still spunky. Good. Still pretty well off."Th-*Cough*Thanks. So, did you do that?"...If he was surprised at all at her strange behavior, he showed no signs of it, just smiling on, as he considered her with a tweak of his brows, the left slightly higher then the right. Just... his arms would reposition themselves to cross over his chest, holding himself a bit."Does the sun shine?""Keke... ja---"---And with her leaning in, looking past him towards the entirety of the boiler room, his eye inadvertently gave her a subconscious once-over---Only to realize midway, immediately looking away, towards where she was looking. What the hell was he doing?"Looks like a bomb went off..." her eyes just barely missing him as he continued looking over yonder, as he'd nod, having quickly contained himself. "I can see why you chose it. Any other reasons?""Vy, so zat if I vanted to rape you, it'd be away from all ze prying ears und eyes---Because its a beaten up place no one really checks out anymore, zat's why," "Unfettered" would say all casually, before cracking a grin at the right edge of his face at his own terrible joke, finally looking her back in the eye(s).---Rape?
...No. That wasn't a joke you'd make with your little sister. That isn't even funny, with the small of her back curved about like that---
Embarrassment slowly growing, he'd shift his arms into his pockets, laughing a bit to hide his own sudden bout of nervousness. That's right---The German had invited her here to test out some prototype training (since he hadn't really tried this with anyone), but... she was still a girl and he was a boy with far more libido then he'd ever care to admit. Alone, underground.
...Thinking to it now, this suddenly didn't seem like such a good idea... Quietly, he considered calling in a few other members here, so it hopefully wouldn't be so awkward---But she didn't seem to show any bit of nervousness at this moment. Instead, he'd quickly take his hands out of his pockets, grinning and covering his face with a sudden look of aggression."Prepare to defend...!" Slowly taking a step to her with his right foot, his left foot would go forward as he continued to walk normally, except it would stay up, the knee locking upwards, before kicking with the heel of his foot slowly towards her, thrusting his arms behind him to counter-balance himself. "Catch und flip me onto mein back!"...Start with a little warm-up fight... He wasn't going to force her to learn his style of fighting. That would be unwise. Rather, he thought, she should stick with the fighting styles that worked with her, and he'd work on improving that, see how that worked out. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 14, 2009 13:37:08 GMT -8
"Vy, so zat if I vanted to rape you, it'd be away from all ze prying ears und eyes."[/i]
She knew that she was joking and laughed appropriately, but her head began to spin again with dizzying, completely illogical thoughts. What did he mean? Did he think of her that way? They were supposed to be like siblings to eachother! Why was she even thinking this, for that matter? Since when did this kind of thing bother her? Did she--
GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, GIRL!
"--Because its a beaten up place no one really checks out anymore, zat's why,"
OH. Her cheeks flooded with red again and she stretched idly to distract his notice. Silently, she cursed herself; Of course that would be the reason why wouldn't I pick up on that I mean it's so obvious stupid stupid stupid stupidstupidstupid--
"Prepare to defend...!"
Eh? She snapped back to reality and watched as "Unfettered" ook a step towards her, raising his left leg as he did so. Her eyes widened. "Catch und flip me onto mein back!"
Without thinking, she slipped and stepped into his attack, on the inside so that his foot would bypass her. Standing close to him, no morre than a few inches apart, her right hand would slip over his left knee and pull inwards sharply, turning his knee and his leg towards the right (inside). Meanwhile, her left hand would grab his lapel (or front of whatever he happened to be wearing) and pulled him towards her, just as she started to fall back and brought up her right knee as a brace between them. Should this be successful, Delilah would hit the ground with her back, and using her momentum fom the fall, roll backwards and kick out with her leg, throwing "Unfettered" with the gathered momentumover her head as she back-rolled to her feet, in an attempt to throw him to the ground.
OOC: Unfortunetly, due to the nature of this technique, if it did not succeed, Delilah's next action would depend solely on the outcome of her attack and how the opponent reacted.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 18, 2009 1:52:14 GMT -8
Nope. Not Awkward. At All. What came next looked very natural, coming from Delilah. Side-stepping his (painfully slow) heel kick, to his right. Fortunately for her, his hands were still being shot behind him, and his dramatically decreased speed didn't give his reaction time a good fighting chance, except to endure and attempt to move himself where he could. So while Delilah would begin to sharply pull his knee towards himself (serving to almost dislocate his leg from its pelvis socket, of all things), the German winced at the suddenness, his hands slowly moving about as he re-adjusted his balance towards her.
...As to why that didn't outright dislocate the knee or break it instead was that the German was hopping on his foot to readjust, if ever so slightly, but the light decrease of ground resistance saved him. Not that he was feeling that good---felt like he'd had a nut that was inside his crotch torn out or something. The German only had his slowly attained tolerance to pain to pull him through (if barely), as he began to grab her, even as Delilah began to put up the knee between them for what he was quickly beginning to recognize as a classic move of throwing him backwards.
Not what he requested, but just as powerful if not more so---If his hands were still behind him.
...Instead, they were (while weakened by the dislocation of his leg) reaching around for her back. She was 39 times faster then he was, with all his armor and equipment on, though. So, it'd mean a bit of a few things:
1) His attempted "bear-hug" about her back would probably fail, and she'd have already flipped him over.
2) His equipment easily added on 30-50 lbs (though, probably less, since he hadn't weighed it all).
3) If Delilah's momentum messed up for a moment at all, she might cause unnecessary (possibly long-term harmful) straining to her knee.
All of this, just in a matter of seconds, going on.
The German, throwing his hands fast as he could to try and grab her was working himself to fall on her, even as she had a grip on his left knee (...forced splits?---Didn't think that through, though he'd realize that soon enough).
As long as Delilah maintained the speed and momentum, though, the German would be suddenly airborne, with Delilah on her back, flinging him behind her, onto the floor.OOC: May have misinterpreted it wrong, so lemme know---Otherwise, I'll just roll with whatever attacks you throw my way. Thanks for being so patient. ^_^;
And apologies for the lack of emotion/noises going on here in the post, as per the lack of what the German's face was contorting into. He is in quite a lot of pain, though not highly mentioned. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 19, 2009 12:23:38 GMT -8
Carrying her legs back over her right shoulder, Delilah rolled to her feet, arms up in a protective guard across the left side of her rib cage up to the right side of her jaw. She turned her head to see where the German had landed and winced. Whoops.[/color] She began walking towards him when her step faltered slightly, causing her to favour her left leg, more specifically, her knee. She had hyper-extended it while throwing "Unfettered" over her, probably due to the weight of his armour, a factor she had not counted on.
Or was it~?
Shaddap.
Scowling at herself, she hobbled to where he was and knelt beside his waist. She glanced down at his own knee (Ow much...) and placed her hands gently on the top and bottom. Yep. Dislocated. Or it would be if he moved much. Cursing herself mentally -again- Delilah took the thick ribbon out of her hair and handed it to him, brushing her ruffled ebony hair out of her eyes as it tumbled to her shoulders. "Bite down," she instructed. Then, she promptly twisted his injured knee the full 106 degrees it needed to right itself without using much pressure, but twisting the joint rather...sharply, before pushing it back into place with her body weight behind it.
She would be, of course, prepared for him outright attacking her, thrashing violently, screaming (even if he didn't bite down on the ribbon that was still a possibility), but she would take it. After all, she was the stupid one who went a liiittle too far with the technique. It was purely instinct, but still, the part of being involved in a martial art is having discipline and control. And for that matter, Delilah didn't really know what she was doing either, popping a dislocated joint back into place. She had an elbow dislocated once, though, and remembered how the doctor fixed it, and she knew which way a joint was supposed to go, so really, it was common sense. Painful, poorly instructed common sense, but sense nonetheless.
After he finished thrashing/attacking/screaming/all of the above/none of the above, she would smile at him and raise an eyebrow. Any blows to her face would be swelling or bleeding, and any below her collar bone would leave her coughing. "Better?"
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