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Post by Scene on Aug 2, 2009 21:17:49 GMT -8
OOC((Mituski First))
Harsh, crossed lines, whipping back and forth across the surface of the school Library walls. The cool, clean brick, slightly damp in the morning air, soaked up the chalk like sponge. His hand was covered in it, Black and raw, yet soft and smooth, clasping the drawing instrument with a mechanical ease. He drew like this daily, it seemed, never where people walked or would see. His art wasn't something most would enjoy, being of a slightly darker nature then most were want to accept. Still, Scene knew his material had its finer qualities, a unique structural integrity that gave it a ring of allure and an image of deeper emotions. His eyes, though shaded and covered by the mask, were shimmering and glistening strangely. He drew raggedly, hungrily, almost as though he hasn't done so for an extended period of time. True to that fact, the school had closed down, and he was unable to do his drawings anywhere else for fear of them being discovered.
Of course, now, he was doing it right out in the open, mostly to get the attention of a certain individual whose name Scene recognized from both his other half and the school populace.
Mituski Park.
Now, the inquisitive reader may be curious as to why Scene, of all people, would want to meet the Captain of 259. It was simple really. He, as the future owner of this high schools students, just wanted to see what his competition was like. He had spent all day drawing, getting his other half under control enough so he could speak to her and touch her without losing control. He knew that drawing was the physical outlet for him to take over, and drawing on this entire wall had given him more then enough control. Of course, with no ladder and the wall being many, many stories higher then him, many would ask how he was able to draw on the entire wall. And he, being who he was, wouldnt tell them a thing.
He stopped, white mask tilting a little as he turned his head in the direction of approaching footsteps. He knew that nobody here would come to this drawing- they were all certain of who drew it, and his appearance and demanear was not something most people like to be around. Of course, Mitsuki wouldnt know that. She would just see it as someone abusing school property. He finished, turning to look in the direction the pattering feet were coming from. He wore an outfit that had long been in his closet- white jeans and a white sweater, cloth hood pulled up over the full head mask.
On the wall behind him?
Nothing.
It was pure black.
Simple, no?
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 3, 2009 13:44:14 GMT -8
Well, it seemed as if Mitsuki's name was being whispered in the halls. She thought that this would at least spark some interest in the title of school captain, which she had claimed, but only two so far - on the same day at the same time - were the only students on the campus who stepped up. She's heard of students saying that they could beat Mitsuki Park, but they were all talk and no action, and seemed to be threatened by the very presence of the ex-captain. Ex-captain... Hmph, that title will soon change.
Mitsuki often rolls around the library because it seemed to the one of the few places in school where fights are avoided. Perhaps it was some unwritten code, but students opted fighting in the halls, gyms or classrooms, heck, even the roof! But very few occurred in the library, probably because the librarians are actually scarier than one would think. They may look scrawny underneath the sweaters and thick-lens glasses, but in actuality can pack quite the punch. Not that Mitsuki herself ever got into a scuffle with the librarians, but she's certainly seen a librarian beat the hell out of a student for knocking over shelves and shelves of books. Took the librarians a week to fix everything.
So you can kind of tell that she was not a very happy camper to find a student scribbling all over the walls with charcoal. Mitsuki herself enjoyed art, and her forte was in charcoal and pastel, but at least she drew on paper, and not on walls where it was pretty much against the rules in school. And as far as she could tell, the librarians did not give permission to the young man, and so she grabbed two erasers from a nearby classroom - you know, the ones to erase chalk off the board? - and chucked it at his art as hard as she could, as fast as she could. It would leave a definite white block on the black background.
"It's a shame erasers don't erase charcoal," Mitsuki spoke, the other eraser in her hand, being tossed lightly up and down in a rhythmic pattern. Her eyes narrowed on the boy momentarily, waiting for him to turn around. If he didn't, then she would chuck the second eraser at the wall. If he did...well, she'd still do the same.
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Post by Scene on Aug 3, 2009 15:17:03 GMT -8
The loud, rythemic crack of object on wall caused the young male to fully turn around, his drawing hand lowering as the one he sought came forth. He stared at her blankly, the color his his face and eyes being hidden by the shadow of his mask. He didnt say anything for a moment, instead tilting his head slightly to the left, cocking it at an awkward angle so as to slightly unnerve her. He was so happy his drawing- if one could call it that- had done its work. Mitsuki, by the description, was shorter than himself, and obviously strong. He was exuberant to learn that her strength was not misspoken- judging by the noise that eraser had made and the distance from which she had thrown it, he knew that she definitely packed firepower behind her arm. He would wait for her to make the move once more, watching as she brought back her throwing arm to chuck the second eraser at his drawing.
He took a half step to the left, planting his forhead between the wall and her eraser.
A hard crack,-then a gong of striking thick metal- could be heard as it snapped against his forehead, bouncing off into the school grounds. His neck whipped backwards, throwing the hood clean off his head to reveal that this mask, made of iron, covered his entire skull and, strangely, had no obvious way to remove it. He lowered his head back down and rolled his shoulders, having felt absolutely nothing from the strike besides the force exerted in throwing it which in and of itself had substance. He stared at her afterwards, tilting his head to the other side and giving no indication or body movement to show hostility- nothing save his words.
"I'm School Captain now, kay?"
His voice was deep but not abnormally deep, and almost kind, like he was just making a statement of fact. He was serious in his claim- seriously NOT claiming it. Of course, she wouldnt know that, and she would have no tells on his face or body to know if he was lying. He saw this as a type of test, a warrant of right and wrong. He would judge her and, if she proved worthy, he would allow her to become School Captain.
If she proved unworthy...
Well, then- he would remove her from station and name another to take her place.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 3, 2009 16:28:31 GMT -8
"I'm School Captain now, kay?"
Mitsuki's eye brow raised when the eraser came into contact with the iron mask, and mentally scoffed when he spoke. She openly sighed, eying him warily. The mask would prove to be a hindrance for the boy because it would not allow him to use his peripheral vision. So if she attacked his sides, chances are he would not be able to see her. Ah, but the thing is...if he can't see in front of her, he probably knew she was either on his sides or behind - but there were three possibilities, and chances of her attacking him from surprise were far greater than him turning around and seeing her by chance.
Mitsuki Park grinned.
A GRIN? Did Mitsuki Park just GRIN? Yeah, well after having a kid, you find yourself drastically changing for the better. She figured it would do the kid no good to be all stoic and emotionless around her, so she tried thinking of positive things to make her smile and such, but Mitsuki was a realist, and sometimes that was simply too hard to do. And the grin wasn't really a grin - more like a smirk.
"Well then, if you want my title so bad, you should come and get it," she said, her smirk turning into a small smile, though you could tell that she had negative intentions with said smile.
If he did not attack her, then she would simply walk out, keeping herself wary that she would be prone to attack with her back facing him.
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Post by Scene on Aug 3, 2009 16:41:46 GMT -8
Scene watched as a smile spread across the girls face.
He walked toward Mitsuki, standing within a foot of her, so her striking any martial or defensive poses would prove useless, especially since he had his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
Time to play duh gamez, YES!?
"As you wish, Suki."
His voice abruptly would change, sounding identical to a friend of hers, a young man by the name of Andrew Black. Why use his voice? Why, simple. Scene knew everything about them. Every. Little. Detail.
Intent on causing this to stun her, he then threw his head forward, intent upon cracking the cast iron hide into the soft flesh wrapped around her tender-in-comparrison skull.
Stats currently:
Str-20
Dex-25
Con-20
Int-20
Wis-30
Cha-30 (60)
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 3, 2009 16:55:09 GMT -8
"As you wish, Suki."
The voices were irritatingly similar, and so for a moment there, she was put into shock. However, the fact that he wore an iron mask and at first spoke to her in a whispy voice made her think otherwise and retaliate as necessary. He launched himself forward, and Mitsuki did not have any time to dodge, so instead, she brought up her wrists and pushed herself back with her legs after his head came into impact. But she would not leave herself continually defending herself as she first did with Gabriel. In fact, her arms had been in an 'X' formation in front of her, right over left, and her right would bend to the left, her right, gloved hand clamping onto the right side of his neck, sending an electrical shock from Leon's Qi while pushing him away from her at the same time. The shock would only be enough to get his adrenaline pumping - she figured it would be more fun if he was more 'excited'.
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Post by Scene on Aug 3, 2009 17:03:45 GMT -8
Scenes eyes rolled back into his head.
He saw her hand move, but he didnt even bother to try and dodge it. Instead, he allowed it to touch him, the swell of pain and adrenaline causing him to gasp in ecstasy. He allowed the momentary counter offensive to cause a surge of blood through his body before his hands shot upwards, grabbing her arms at the triceps, just above the elbows. He shoved them upwards, stepping forward with his left leg then throwing his right knee straight for her abdomen. Scene was systematic in his destruction of an individual, and though he rarely ever fought, when he did he made sure to make it good. He would, if his knee landed, push her away from him with his grips on her arms, then reach up and begin unzipping his sweater. He peeled it back, revealing a thickly scarred torso. He was not the biggest man in the world, but he was still large, toned to a strict perfection.
He would toss the sweater off to the side and then keep his hands at his sides, waiting for her to either gather herself.
"God, your so beautiful. I can see why he loves you."
He almost laughed at the confusion his words would likely bring.
He tipped his head back, patting his pant legs absent mindedly.
"Go ahead then bitch, hit me. Lets see what it is that made you Captain."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 3, 2009 17:17:06 GMT -8
Mitsuki was like fluid when it came to her attacks - one after another, constantly assaulting her opponent without stopping. When his hands had a hold on her triceps, she knew that pushing him away would not work. So she did what she would usually do - use him holding onto her to her advantage! Although he had a hold of her triceps, her arm from the elbow on down was still free to move. So her left hand gripped his shoulder and she jumped, only to feel a sudden pain on her own knees. She absorbed the attack with ease as she felt herself being pushed away - she had a lot of stamina; a simple attack to the knees like that probably hurt him as much as he hurt her, if not more.
Anyway, Mitsuki wore the Rooster Suit that Asiv had given her long ago, underneath her sweater. It was tight and showed her every curve, and was even stylish enough to wear by itself. Watching him take off his sweater, Mitsuki took off hers that was covering up the RS, the hood pulled back.
She eyed his body. Not because she thought it was hot - which it was - but because it looked very...very familiar.
"God, your so beautiful. I can see why he loves you."
Her eyes shot up to his mask, staring at his eyes. They were bright green, nothing like Andrew's deep purple that you could pretty much stare endlessly at, and so she knocked off the possibility of the guy being Andrew. But his body was ever so familiar...she couldn't understand why she felt a certain attraction to him. HIM, of all people. An insane, psychopath who wears an iron mask. Maybe she thought it was kinky?
"Go ahead then bitch, hit me. Lets see what it is that made you Captain."
"Hnnh, name calling is so...." Mitsuki started, trying to think of a word, "Childish."
As soon as she finished speaking, she would launch herself at him, right arm at her side, while her left arm pulled forward a tiny bit - naturally, of course - as if to send an uppercut straight at his jaw.
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Post by Scene on Aug 3, 2009 17:35:40 GMT -8
Her words were like a wave on rock- they had no effect on him whatsoever. Unless, of course, she talked endlessly for millions of years, but he discounted that possibility as highly improbable. He waited, hearing the rushing of the wind breaking on her body and the patter of her feet against the earth. He whipped his jaw down as the noises stopped, her knuckle line coming into full contact with his jaw. His body was sent flying backward, his feet stumbling harshly from beneath him as a torrent of blood sprayed from his lips. His jaw wasnt broken, thankfully, but it was definitely sore and a large bruise would be forming under the iron mask. Unfortunately for her, she would feel the pain of her lack of intelligence- see, had she made contact with his jaw without the mask, it would be hanging uselessly shattered. However, because of the iron mask he wore and the strength she put behind her blow, if her hand wasnt broken it would be damn near close to it.
Punching things harder then steel isnt wise.
His back hit the wall, causing a small grunt to escape his lips.
"You've grown stronger..."
Scene laughed, his voice returning to normal after that little statement.
"But it wont be enough."
He moved from off the wall, walking back over to her and placing his hand on her right shoulder as though they were old friends. He then, almost purposefully, placed his body strangely close to hers. He leaned in, his lips growing eerily close to her- until they moved slightly to the right and planted by her left ear.
"At least, not enough for what is to come."
His left hand would shoot down, grabbing her pants by the beltline. He would throw her body, using the sudden grip he would hold on her shoulder and the one gained from both the close proximity of thier bodies and the lack of her line of sight to chuck her into the concrete and brick, hopefully dealing her a minimal about of pain.
"DON'T DISAPPOINT ME MISS PARK- YOU HAVE SO MUCH REPUTATION TO LIVE UP TO!"
He then would charge and, jumping into the air, try and drop kick her in the chest and plow her clean through the wall. Even if he missed, it would cause destruction.
And that was just as good to him.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 3, 2009 17:46:51 GMT -8
Ah, but you see, her left hand only appeared as if she were going to attack with it, when in reality, it was all in her right hand that was sitting idly by her side. She wasn't stupid enough to actually straight on punch him around the head with that iron thing sucking on his face. Instead, she feigned that attack, gaining his attention on her left hand, while her right suddenly shot forward at his neck, more specifically his throat. When a throat is struck with a forceful blow, it can cause gagging and vomiting. After striking, however, she would step back in case he did puke.
Assuming everything plays by naturally, she watched as he approached her, gripping her shoulder naturally. Of course, she wasn't stupid enough to let it go any further than that either.
"You've grown stronger..."
She started building up blocks around herself mentally. While he could use his strikingly, eerily identical voice as Andrew to use against her, Mitsuki would not allow it. It had been nine months since she's last seen him, and of course she missed him dearly. But a constant reminder about how he isn't Andrew was replaying over and over in her mind.
"But it wont-."
"Do not speak as if you know me," she said in a calm voice, her hand forming into a dragon's fist and striking him straight in the chest to push him back before he even finished his words.
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Post by Scene on Aug 3, 2009 17:56:36 GMT -8
Push him back?
Oh no.
He stepped forward as she sought to throw the blow. The fist rammed him square in the chest, his hard, compacted muscle rippling as he did so. Combined with the pain in his mouth and the sudden agony from his torso, he nearly orgasmed. He loved it, a high pitched laughter coming from his lips. He formed two fingers to a point with the right hand and, using the blind spot in her vision and the close proximity of his hand to her neck, shove those two fingers straight into the juggular vein there, aiming to cut off her blood flow to her brain for a moment in time. This wouldnt knock her out, but it would blur her vision and cause her to get incredibly dizzy for three to five seconds. More then enough time. His hands would leave her body so she had nothing stable to ground her, and his body would turn as he aimed a powerful crescent kick square to the side of her head.
Hopefully this would, at least, deal some damage and knock down her confidence a few notches.
"Oh, but i DO know you Mitsuki. So very well."
Once she slightly regained her balance enough to at least realize the pain in her head, he would snap forward, stepping his abilities up only slightly. He would grab her under the arms, pick her up into the air, and slam her into the wall. Then, immediately on contact, he would headbutt her again, this time right in the sternum, aiming to crack it.
Stats currently:
Str: 30
Dex- 30
Con- 20
Int-20
Wis- 30
Cha- 30 (60)
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 3, 2009 18:11:22 GMT -8
Unfortunately, his hand would never reach it. Mitsuki had an uncanny ability to know when someone is attacking and where. She just had a lot of foresight and is able to read moves a mile away - quite literally. So the fact that she saw his hand form into a point told her that he would get her at a vital area, and since he didn't move back, Mitsuki herself did. Ah, but she wasn't retreating for the sake of running away - she retreated to create enough distance between the two so she could aim a solid kick, right where his heart would be. She would use her Qi, along with the fact that the boots she wore supposedly send 'vibrations', to shock him enough to stun him for a few minutes, before aiming a second kick right in his face with the same leg, also known as a double side piercing kick. If this didn't push him back, then she didn't know what would.
"Oh, but i DO know you Mitsuki. So very well."
"Would this be the result of stalking?"
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Post by Scene on Aug 3, 2009 18:21:14 GMT -8
He liked that she watched him moved. He liked that she attacked back. He liked her voice.
He also liked her outfit- it made him warm downstairs.
However, his arms were unfortunately long, and her stepping inside his guard to kick him in the chest would be a mistake. Why? Because for one, his right arm was still extended, giving him room to use it for defense. Second, because it put her on one leg, shifting the balance of her body and putting her off her center. So, while he could stop the kick, he could react to it. The blow would land in the specified area, causing him abnormal amounts of wonderful pain. Of course, he had a disgusting addiction to it as is obviously present, so he wouldnt be particularly stunned so much as in awe and love. His left hand would grab her leg at the calf and his right arm, having missed its intended target, would bend at the elbow. His body would rotate left as his right fore-arm crashed into the side of her kneecap.
Oh...wait...did i say crashed?
I meant softly touched.
His hand would grab her pants and lift up, his lips planting a soft kiss on her calf, strangely tender. Then he would pull on the leg, yanking it outward to cause her to be stretched, or make her to the splits. If she couldnt do the splits it would send her to her butt, in which case Scene would be ready to further his attack.
"You taste good..."
His voice would speak calmly through it all, his body moving regardless of his mouths utterances.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 3, 2009 18:47:03 GMT -8
He caught her leg with ease, and Mitsuki grunted when she figured he wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. Anyway, the fact that he pulled the 'sleeve' of her jeans down made her frown, and the tender kiss - although it sent chills down her spine and made her want to yearn for more - she thought it to be unacceptable at that moment. She already had someone she truly cared for, and the fact that she was practically lusting for a a psychopath was a clear sign that there was something wrong, either with her or with him. Actually, it was a sign that there was something wrong with her, because there were already too many things wrong with him!
Not even a second after his lips made contact with her leg, she jumped off her left leg and aimed a powerful blow right to his face. If he caught her other leg, too, then she had a counter for that, but that will not be revealed. She was hoping that the blow to his face - even with the mask - would be enough to make him fall onto his back, which would result with a certain Asian on top of the male. She was also hoping that, if he fell, then his grip would loosen, allowing herself to adjust...'appropriately' on top of him, her right leg between his while her left leg was on the outside. And the thing is, her right knee, if all went according to plan, would be pressing against his groin. Painful enough for him to wince, but pleasurable, in some ways, to make him want more.
He was teasing her; it was only fair to tease back.
She knew she was getting herself into a rather dangerous position. Andrew always played these games with her, only he knew to restrain himself. This psychopath, on the other hand, might not.
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Post by Scene on Aug 3, 2009 19:03:47 GMT -8
Scene looked up, eyes glistening as the blow from her other leg skyrocketed toward his head. Unable to do much else, he leaned his head forward, accepting the blow graciously and flying to the concrete with a quickness. He would shift her body so, instead of her leg pressing between his legs, he would grab and pull it over with a total purpose. She, now, would be straddling him, her bottom resting right on top of a certain area just below the belt. he would, using the sudden confusion at her predicament, reach up behind her back with his right hand, sitting up a little to do so, and grab her hair, yanking it back harshly, yet not hard enough to do any real damage. His left hand would reach around and grab the back of her jeans at the belt and hold them firmly as though he planned to chuck her into the wall.
However, instead, he leaned in and began kissing down her neck until he reached her collarbone, then he would begin to lightly kiss up it. He would look up and speak softy.
"Admit it Mitsuki- you like it."
Then his right hand would relax its grip, letting go and sliding down her back to rest toward the center, over her spine. His left hand came back up the front, holding her ribs just below her right breast.
Then, his right hand would form another point with his fingers and stab her in the nervous cluster over her spinal column, hopefully causing her to arch her back in pain and fling her upper body so she would be in a customized "bridge" position.
Then he would lean down and kiss her right above the belt line, the soft skin there even more exposed from the sudden positioning and extending of her body, Scene constantly pushing the limits of pleasure and pain.
Oh god, it had been a long time since he had this much fun.
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