So... (Jason/Open)

[Ryu Hayabusa]

This is a story all about how my life got flip-turned upside down....

Ryu wasn't having a particularly good day. By that, I mean he had yet to kick any ones ass. Why didn't he just punch someone, then, you ask? He didn't like starting fights. ...Ok, that's a flat out lie... What I mean is, randomly knocking someone the fuck out was just as liable to piss him off even more as make him feel better. No, he generally needed someone to start with him. Bold faced, ignorant challenges were the best. He felt downright justified after handing someone their ass in a situation like that.

All the better if they managed to put up a decent fight. So, as was said, Ryu wasn't having a particularly good day, and being that it was already twelve-thirty or so...Odds weren't too terrific that anything would happen today. It looked like things about him had died down around the school. People still had no idea who he was, but they no longer seemed to think that he was the Varsity Captain. Or if they did, were scared shitless to try and take the title. Occasionally, he tended to purport that he was still a Pillar, particularly to those who ran up to him like 'HAY UR DE VEECEE. LESFAIGHTMOFOOOO!!'

Yeah, shit like that...He tended to run with it, give them a reason to not run like hell when he grabbed that can opener. Regardless, Ryu was walkin' down the hall of the second floor of building one, having just come up the stairs. Let's see if something happened before sixth period, eh?

[Jason Harris]

Someone had decided that they wanted to try and mug someone at school. The fact of the place they decided to do it, in the middle of the hall, was stupid but the person they picked to do it to was even stupider. So there Jason was. Some moron having a hold of his shirt and demanding money.

On a normal day Jason wouldn't let this happen and today was no different. In fact today might of even been worse. The only hint as to why being little bit white residue still in his nose. That was the thing about lortabs they never wanted to up smoothly. Unfortunately for the would be mugger they also made Jason feel as if he was superman.

"Get out of my face."

The mugger didn't seem to like that answer and drew his fist back. Before he would even have a chance to throw it Jason would use his right hand and punch square in the face. The mugger then fell back with a look of shock on his face. Apparently getting hit threw his whole plan off. Jason would just stare him down until he finally got up and left.

Well that was over with. Signing Jason looked around to see if anyone else wanted something. Turning his head he spotted someone familiar. A slight smirk came across his face.

"Hey I remember your ugly mug!"

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Well would you look at that.

Ask and ye shall receive.

It must be a miracle.

Just like magic.

...

I'm probably missing a few, but I'm getting bored.


Ryu looked up with a raised eyebrow. With a small smirk. "Look who's talking." His deep voice boomed, his mood already improving a little bit. "I didn't even get you're name last time, guy." Jason himself looked in a better mood, though Ryu tended to be pretty oblivious to drug type things. He knew what they were, sure, knew enough to avoid them, whether by accident or not. But if someone else was on them... Fuck if he didn't think they were just out of their skulls.

"Lookin' for more than that guy?" He nodded to the fleeing schmuck. "I've been in a pretty shitty mood today, let's see if you've gone anywhere since last time." He said, dropping his backpack. His hand came up and started unbuttoning his suede coat. It wasn't an option any more. In Ryu's mind, Jason had already initiated the fight. His mood wouldn't suffer from being the one to throw the first physical punch.

OOC: fuck this post sucks >_>;;

[Jason Harris]

Did Jason have a sign over him that said 'you wanna fight come here'? It sure seemed like it, but then again he was in PHS #259. It also seemed as if the man was rearing to get at it too. Sighing Jason took his hoodie and hat off, tossing both off to his side.

"Name's Jason... you?"

Tilting his head to the left, then to the right, he cracked his neck. After that he went about loosing the rest of his body up. He knew from the first time this wasn't going to be easy.

(OOC: That was short >.>)

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Instead of throwing his coat like he otherwise might, his eyes flicked to his right. Lockers. How convenient. The collar of his jacket was hooked on the handle of one of the lockers as Ryu looked back up to this Jason.

"Ryu Hayabusa." He never did introduce himself with just his first name. It was a waste of breath later when people wanted to know it. Muscular arms flexing in a tight fitting black tee, Ryu stretched out his shoulders a bit, rounding them before cracking his knuckles. He couldn't say that he'd gotten stronger since last time, but his speed and his proficiency with Shaolin Fist sure as hell had.

"Ya know... Sometimes I feel like this school needs music to go with all the fighting that goes on. Know what I mean?" He'd ask in a slightly loud voice, a fairly large grin reaching across his face. Moving at about half speed, he charged after the guy and threw a few half powered opening shots. Jab, jab, cross. Left, left, right. Three shots, nothing fancy, taking it easy, taking his time to enjoy the finer points of combat whilst he had the room to do so.

[Jason Harris]

A slight chuckle escaped Jason as he heard Ryu's comment about the school needed music for all the fighting that goes on. It was true enough. Heck if everyone gets some theme music as well as an entrance then the school could easily be mistaken for a professional fighting organization.

All that was beside the point though. Ryu made his move so it was time to focus on the fight. Like most he opened up with some jabs. Simple enough to dodge. Leaning back and backing up slightly Jason avoided both blows. Moving towards his left he got out of it's path and launched his own counter attack.

As he moved he used his right hand to throw a punch of his own. Going under Ryu's own right arm Jason would aim to hit him square on the chin. Whether it landed or not he would follow up with a straight left to the side of the jaw.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Seeing that right coming, Ryu tilted his head left, and left his right arm out there. His hand gripped for Jason's shoulder, keeping both of their arms in the way of any thing in the way of face shots. As that left straight of the guy's would attempt to come in, Ryu's head would duck down, and pin Jason's right arm between his own right, and his head.

Now for rebuttal. Ryu's right shoulder would bend as his left stepped in a bit, and his right shuffled closer, setting him up for his attack. That strong left would smash into the guys right side ribs. Three times, power increasing with each hit, starting at half power, ending at full un-enhanced strength. As he did this, he'd say, "Seriously, I'm about to bring in a boom box and start blasting music." A few deep voiced words would be increased in volume as those lefts were delivered.

Jason had some skill, but Ryu's power was undeniable, and he continued right on taking it easy. For now. Perhaps Jason would pull something out that would make Ryu get serious.

[Jason Harris]

Jason's counter had failed. His right arm got tied up and Ryu had dodged his left. Of course Ryu took advantage of Jason being unable to block the shots to his rips since his arm was tied up. 3 shoots, all increasing with power as he went. The pain killer he was on did help to numb the pain, but Jason was still hurt and he felt one of his ribs crack with the last shot.

He needed to get out of his situation quick. Rotating his arm he wrapped it around Ryu's head and fell backwards bringing his head down with him. The goal was to drive his head into the ground. It was just like a DDT in professional wrestling except this would hurt a lot more.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

He grinned a little as he felt the rib crack under his fist. Damaging the opponent was always fun, particularly when you weren't exactly friends with the guy. Ryu's grin down-turned a bit when his head was grabbed though, Bastard was gonna mess up his hair. Oh well...not like the black stuff didn't practically grow into that position now-a-days. He never brushed his hair. Just slicked it back while it was wet and...well, it kinda just sat up, spiked like that.

Now for the fall. Ryu could have resisted it. Align his neck with the rest of his spine and hold steady. Wouldn't have been too hard. But where was the fun in that? Why not give Jason that small sense of accomplishment before realizing his plan went straight out that second story window?

Lowering his fist from the mans ribs, Ryu went with the ass-backwards DDT-- ...What the hell did that stand for, any way?-- until his body was at about a forty degree angle from the ground. He proceeded to kick hard off the ground, left fist planted on the tile floor, and launched himself over using his fist and Jason's shoulder as pivot points for a front handspring.

Head slipping out of the grip as he inverted, he landed in a slight crouch a few feet above Jason's head, grip over the guy's shoulder relinquished. In a sense, he'd succeeded in getting Ryu off of him, but his counter had failed. Again. Despite Ryu's massive size, he was just way too agile.

Turning around. "Not bad. Would have worked on most other people." Then again, most other people were the random useless schleps that wandered the hall and couldn't fight their way out of a tissue.

[Jason Harris]

The ass backwards DDT out of nowhere failed. Go figure. At least he was free from Ryu's grasp for the time being.

"Not bad. Would have worked on most other people."

Yeah most people, but this was 259. Unfortunately cheap tricks like that just didn't get you by as easily as it would with most. Jason wouldn't wait a second before going on the move again.

Rolling backwards Jason would push off once his hands touched the ground. Lifting himself up he thrusted his feet towards the underside of Ryu's chin. If that failed he'd bring them down, leading with is right aiming for the top of his head. Might as well try to hit him on the way down right?

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Well that was interesting. Not many people could pull off those roll back lifts. Let alone from a static position. Ryu could do it, cuz he was a badass like that, but he'd never seen any one else in these schools do it. Maybe they just saw the futility in it where as this guy had more of a mentality in combat aligned with Ryu's. Most people thought crazy stunts got you nowhere. That was wrong. Ill executed crazy stunts got you nowhere, but if you were faster than your opponent, you could throw them well off by pulling some harebrained move out of your ass and hitting them from behind while you were still in front of them.

Or something like that.

Point was, It didn't work. This guy just wasn't fast enough to pull it off. Ryu shuffled back slightly, avoiding the initial. His foot raised and shot out as his eyes caught the follow up. That was smart, a one-two with one of those moves, too bad Ryu was attacking before it happened.

That large right leg of Ryu's would crash into the guy's abdomen and kick off. If his legs did anything, they'd just impact Ryu's chest as he was pushed off back in the direction he'd just come from. Definitely more inventive than the last time they'd fought, he was... But he wasn't any better when it came to speed or power.

At least from what Ryu had observed thus far.

[Jason Harris]

Ryu foot slam into his abdomen cutting Jason strange counter attack short and sending him flying at the same time. Hitting the ground on his shoulders her rolled into a sitting position and slowly rose. So much for that pain killer he had taken eailer. Between the broken rib and that kick he just pulled off he didn't know what hurt more at the moment. A laugh would escape his mouth before he spoke.

"You're a little fucking prick man."

That could be said about anyone at 259 it seemed though. Jason might as well go Barry Bonds and start shooting up. Heck at the rate he was going he just might need to in order to survive.

Despite antagonizing Ryu a little bit Jason didn't move. He knew he didn't stand much of a chance of winning and was sick of getting kicked around. In other words he was done, unless he was forced to keep going. No reason to keep getting kicked around when you're not profiting off of it.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu dusted off his black tee a bit and chuckled at Jason's words. "Say what ya like. It's your loss again." He grinned a bit, walking a bit toward the guy on the ground before moving off to his side and past him. Had to go get his stuff. "You actually did better, this time. I'm just stronger than I was a few weeks ago." 'Course, this might possibly key some 'WOT DA FARK?'-ness out of the guy. Ryu didn't quite seem like the type to be complementing people. Normally he wasn't, but he was in a good mood now.

Plucking his coat off of the locker...er...lock, he started to put it back on. "If you want to get stronger, find someone to fight you who wont hit you with everything they've got. A sparring partner, I guess you could say." His deep voice would ring out as he buttoned up one or two of the coats buttons. "There was a fight club a while ago. Don't know if it's still running." Grabbing up his backpack, "Need help getting down to the nurse?" He stood a couple of feet away to Jason's side as he said this.

Trying to descend stairs with a cracked rib would not be fun.

[Jason Harris]

Jason just listening and watching Ryu. At least it looked like he was fine with the fight stopping. At least it save Jason a few more broken bones. Listening to his words he couldn't help let out a slight laugh. Leon had told him basically the same thing a little while back. It was worded differentially but it had to same message.

"Eh, I ain't worried. If I keep fighting strong people I'll be able to beat them eventually. Besides makes dealing with the fresh meant easier."

Yup that was Jason thought on the matter. Fight strong people and the average one will be pushovers. But that was beside the point. He did need to get somewhere about this broken rib.

"I should be good, but screw the nurse I'm going to the hospital. Pill script here I come."

With that he'd grab up his stuff placing his hat and hoodie back on and make towards the stairs. He'd let out a slight grunt of pain with every movement, every step, heck every breath. Noting about broke ribs was fun.

"Don't worry I'll be back to kick your ass eventually."

He was half joking and half serious. At least he found a reason to get stronger.