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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 11, 2006 3:59:35 GMT -8
"Alright, alright, my birthday was last week!" she replied slightly annoyed, how dared he go into personal facts, she didn't even know him. She kept on lying, though she knew she were best off lying herself under the age of a minor. Her eyebrows had narrowed and she looked somewhat annoyed, though still, slightly neutral and her regular "cuteness" were still her aura of youth.
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Post by Karel on Oct 11, 2006 4:06:42 GMT -8
In the world of auras, there are those who see them, and those who feel them. Karel was both, and as such had a double perspective - that double perspective told him that she was older than she was, yet at the same time younger. Of course, those two perspectives were colliding with one another - forming a conflict, this conflict told him that something was strange. Sure, he might of been probing into her personal business... but right now it seemed interesting. Strange he was talking more than ever.
He simply looked down and glared at her. A hard glare that many had feared in the past, and right now the mental message he was showing was that he didn't like to be lied to.
Of course, he could of easily known her age one way - through physical... contact, but well... let's see...
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 11, 2006 4:16:14 GMT -8
The eyes of his felt penetrating on her self confidence, why were he doing this to her? Did he have some grudge to her? Might he have been one of the fighters from 552 taht would recognize her and want her dead? Afterall, she became a rather powerful person back then, both strong and clever herself aswell as dating the strongest and largest fighter on the entire school, Zeniro. But this time, she were on her own, on her own small virgin feet in this harsh world.
"Why are you doing this?" she replied looking like a mixture of annoyed and sad.
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Post by Karel on Oct 11, 2006 4:18:59 GMT -8
"... I don't much like being lied to."
The conflicting feel of auras also bugged him. He needed to know why it felt so different... why, oh why was it so strange? She wasn't a bad looker, that was for sure and right now he felt that he needed to hurt her to get what he wanted to know.
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 11, 2006 4:44:36 GMT -8
"I'm not lying, why in the world would i do that?" she asked, attempting to sound rather logical, afterall, why -would- she be lying? Her hands moved over to place the notebook in her small backpack, carefully closing it after. She stood up to near his height, though nothing the same, it made her seem atleast a little bit more "confident", she picked up her bag and swung it on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, i have a previous engagement." she said slightly annoyed, turning to her right and headed off walking towards the school entrance.
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Post by Karel on Oct 11, 2006 4:57:43 GMT -8
"Walking away proves I've struck a nerve. Females tend to be secretive regarding their age and weight. You are lying to me. And if I were you..."
He wasn't really going to let her get away with this. If she did... she was doomed.
"... I wouldn't walk away."
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 12, 2006 6:32:52 GMT -8
She stopped, frowning vaguely again with her back to him.
"What do you want from me?" she asked calmly, but slightly cold without her regular cuteness, in truth there were NO cuteness about her now, he aura seemed completely changed, completely different. She seemed cold and cruel to be around now, such a change could only appear intimidating, atleast surprising. Her eyes narrowed, though with her back to him it'd be impossible for him to see.
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Post by Karel on Oct 12, 2006 6:49:16 GMT -8
There was two problems with Mika's attempted intimidation. Karel's aura was much, much more intense than hers... so any feeling she could of possibly given off was not something that would even force him to twitch. The second problem... was that he was never surprised. He was a gang leader for a reason, perhaps one of the most subtle America would ever see. Working behind those stages meant he could manipulate those strings and watch the puppet show. And right now it seemed she was angered; to what he had originally wanted.
Well, one thing was made clear. He didn't want lies. He wanted truth. And as he stared into the back of her head, the demonic presence within clawed at it's cages, his inhibition was all that stopped him from tearing her apart... she had better give him a reasonable answer. And soon.
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 12, 2006 7:16:59 GMT -8
"Well? Are you going to answer or what?" she frowned, still keeping her back turned, she were close to just walking away, she knew clearly she were outmatched, but should it come that far, she -would- be acting as a cat in the corner, so be it. She awaited his response patiently, wanting to hear him out.
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Post by Karel on Oct 12, 2006 7:22:22 GMT -8
His hands still in his pockets as he walked towards her. The soft tappings of his feet was the only noise made - and heard, no matter how much the wind howled... or not. But he came closer and closer with each and every step. The sound getting heavier... and heavier. Yeah, soon she'd be fucked....
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 12, 2006 14:47:39 GMT -8
She felt him coming closer and that intimidated her, she set off running towards the school entrance, dashing at heavy speed. Her breath carried heavily in the terror that had struck her. Her voice affect muted due to her breathing.
Her bag accidentially fell off her shoulder and landed on the soft gras before she rammed in the door, hastily trying to reach for the handle to allow herself in.
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Post by Karel on Oct 12, 2006 14:53:48 GMT -8
As she began to dash, his own body mobilised. With his speed, keeping up with her was no real issue in his eyes... the one thing anyone should of noted however, was that he was faster. But even so, he wanted her to despair... he was going to defeat her both mentally and physically. As she came to reach for the handle, Karel took a leap step to get to her right side.
...tch.
Raising his right hand as it sprung out to grab onto her wrist.
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 12, 2006 15:21:07 GMT -8
His hand snapped around her wrist in a firm grip, and so she pulled it backwards to herself, simultaneous swooping her left hand to the handle of the right door in the doubledoor. Yanking the handle se would attempt to slam the door into his face as he stood to her right, and if possible, he would let go from the smack.
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Post by Karel on Oct 12, 2006 15:28:11 GMT -8
Things never work out as you want them. Noticing her sudden movements, his awareness went berserk - and as she reached for the door he knew something was definitely up. Withdrawing his right hand, he brought it into his body, using the entire length from his elbow to his wrist to slam it into the door just as it opened, making sure it could not gather momentum. With his left foot he took a step closer to her - with his left hand he opened his palm and shot it forward - aiming for her right ribs. A push palm strike... very simple, very effective.
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Post by Mika Shimokawa on Oct 12, 2006 15:35:27 GMT -8
Her eyes widened as the blow hit, knocking the air out of her. As she sunk to her knees, panting for air, she would attempt the last her breath could muster, even if it was the very cheap move, her left hand attempted to subtle move under her lowered body, to come flying from uner her stomach to his crotch, spinning herself around to her back.
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