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Post by Vincent Greystar on May 22, 2010 5:34:15 GMT -8
Vince was on the roof of one of the school buldings, hanging his legs off the roof, looking down at the feild. he let out a sigh as he flopped back down to look at the sky. "damn...Im bored...I hate boredom.
[glow=red,2,300]then MAKE some fun![/glow] the thought came, unbidden to his mind. he decided that since no one was around, he might as well answer out loud "I would, but theres no one around, and, even if there was, Im still new here...potential opponents are an unknown.
[glow=red,2,300]if you wont even ttempt to find out, youll never know...were surprised at this weak thought...dont you know by now that everyone takes advantage of the weak? besides. if you dont, they will[/glow]
his face contorted into a grimace "all right, all right. Iàll go find somone if it will shut you up!" with that, he hopped up and began to explore the inner school besides he thought to himself at least this way, Ill get some fun a grin spread across his face as he thought this, and went down into the main hall
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 22, 2010 19:24:03 GMT -8
A Package Of... "Good Will" How many days?
How many hours?
How many months?
How many years?
Same old story, same old story. Disappear, reappear, always coming back with something different, some new revelation, some new principle to be stacked or to be dropped at a sign of fallacy. That was what the German would think, that is what the German would smile on, as he watched from below in the courtyard to the very roof that a certain fellow had made himself comfortable at. Boys and girls of all ages and grades walked past him, bumping harshly into him as the passing period strode on. Very few people took notice of the German in spite of his eye-patch, more rather because of how infrequently he had come to visit his beloved Public High School #259. But beloved it still was...
...Smiling to himself as the fellow on the roof seemingly made a decision to walk off, "Unfettered" followed suit---
---Though, he headed off to his locker instead of his class.* * * * * * Time Passage * * * * * * Instinct? That was nearly impossible. Luck? Inconceivable.
And yet both and more were two very possible possibilities.
The German had no idea who exactly would find (much less pick up) the (sketchy) brown mail packages in the main hall of the school, but he enjoyed his thoughts. Watching with a pair of binoculars in a familiar old tree he had not once, but twice met up elusive (and according to rumor... graduated?) pacifist Saint, he casually reached into his pocket to flip open his cellphone before absentmindedly dialing a few numbers...
...Both packages would suddenly ring with "Never Going To Give You Up" by Rick Astley and "Trololololol" in unison.
A few groans and looks of disgust aside was enough for most students to avoid what potentially looked like a prank. However...
...The lockers nearby seemed absolutely serene, yet...
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2010 20:18:45 GMT -8
...yet it seemed like such a normal day by all contexts, a bright yellow sun hanging in the sky signifying it nearly noon the sound of garb ringing through the hallways expressing that class had just gotten out of course Jaus hadn't been near the sound of an all too familiar prank however he lingered along the outer edge of the building just left of the entrance and down the hill from Saint's tree as it'd been known to a few people. Very few for that matter but it seemed to have a good taste to the place. Always peaceful and calm.
"Valentine.. You're going to pay for what you did to my buddy the other day!"
Val's eyes stayed where they'd been this whole time. At the ground. A deep breath signifying his boredom. He didn't want to fight not here and not now it'd take some serious pushing to get the boy to go at it to a significant degree.
"No..... I'm not." Jaus said in a slow calm tone. Having the deep voice he did it generally sent chills up people's backs out of fear alone. His body tensed and rolled up showing his veins bulging out due to the weighted clothes but not many people knew about that.
"....Okay man chill out.." The youth said backing himself away, "Gah don't blow a blood vessel. Freak"
"Tch-" Jaus would mouth moving back to sit down indisposed of the current predicament.
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Post by Vincent Greystar on May 22, 2010 20:52:39 GMT -8
Vincent heard the combination of songs, and was deeply annoyed by it. he decided that he was going to go destroy whatever was making the noise, and rid the world of its annoying tone
[glow=red,2,300]may as well kill whatever was around that box at the same time. they would welcome an end after that...garbage[/glow] the thought was there...yet vince wasnt particulairly against it this time. he wandered off in the direction of the music. he saw two unfamilliar figures there, and waited a second to see what the situation was
"Valentine.. You're going to pay for what you did to my buddy the other day!"
ah, a revenge fight! thought vince, momentarily putting the music out of his head this could be interesting
"No..... I'm not." said the other one. he recognised the voice as that of vincent valentine, who he met the other day a slight chill went up vinces back, out of excitement, more then anything else
shame thought vince the other ones completely out of his league...still, it could be an interesting fight...and if it isnt, Ill just step in and have some fun of my own
"....Okay man chill out.." the other said "Gah don't blow a blood vessel. Freak"
what the hell! thought vince as Jaus sat back down no fight...no fun...damn. that pisses me off
[glow=red,2,300][/glow][glow=red,2,300]you are overlooking something[/glow] said the voice [glow=red,2,300]not only are we bored now, and not only is the music STILL playing, but, that fool said freakit doesnt even matter if it wasnt at uss[/glow] images flashed through vinces mind...names. many names being called...among them was FREAK!
raging, vince flew out of the shadows and grabbed at one of the random persons arms, attempting to straighten it, and push out a strong palm thrust to the elbow joint, breaking it, before tripping him, making him fall on his newly broken arm
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 22, 2010 21:15:32 GMT -8
OOC: I think a miscommunication occured. Gonna try to cover it up. I'll edit if you don't like it, just let me know.Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions Yes.
The music was blasting that loudly that it could be heard all the way over to where the tree was, and due to curvatures of the hill, it sounded exactly as though the music was coming from the hill itself where a certain scuffle nearly occured between two seeming thugs before it all settled down again. Much to "Unfettered's" surprise, a slightly familiar boy from earlier was seemingly making his way towards their location at Saint's hill.
...Saint's hill. Hilarious.
So hilarious, "Unfettered" considered laughing."Kek."He laughed.
Slightly.
AND ONLY TO HIMSELF, SO MUCH THAT IT WAS BASICALLY IN HIS MIND.
...The amusing intonations to which he suggested these thoughts to himself only made the German "grin the fool" all the more as he stayed up in the already strong tree.
Could he hear what those two were saying? No.
Was he suddenly watching? Yes.
Did he just dial another number to his cellphone? Mm-hm.
Did that seemingly innocent locker from the main hall just explode?
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*DISTANT BOOM*
Apparently.
It was almost as if he had timed it just in time for the fellow who was pulling a sneaky little dance about Anon 1 and Anon 2 just so that he could .
No, seriously, that was purely coincidental. But the poor chap that had (at least from where he was sitting) seemingly calling out the other one was now experiencing another threshold of pain to his new-found arm orifice.
Hehe. Orifice.
Quietly, the German turned his attention. No, he wouldn't reveal himself just yet. Why?
Why not? Why? Why not?WHEN I WAS THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST LOOK AT THIS PHOTOGRAPH!
*CLICK*
EVERYTIME I LOOK IT MAKES ME LAUGH!
*IMAGE OF BOY GETTING HIS ARM BROKEN*
WHY ARE HIS EYES SO RED?
*PHOTO OF CRYING BOY*
...Muttering to himself quietly as he continued to amuse himself. It didn't matter if no one else found it funny, after all. He was hiding. Basically as though he was invisible, Vegeta.
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Post by Vincent Greystar on May 23, 2010 4:44:59 GMT -8
(ooc:I dont mind the adjustment, sorry if I misinerpereted, this is mah first time in a forum rp  o, and sorry about the lack of punctuation. I dont know how to use this laptop effectively XD) Vince smiled devilishly as blood spattered his face ooook thought vince maybe I hit a biiit to hard[glow=red,2,300]shut up.[/glow] said the other [glow=red,2,300] you know you love it. the thrill, the exitement. the POWER![/glow] he heard the glee that the other was feeling inside him, and felt that part of what it said was true, but not enough to justfy the doing of it. he pondered this as he saw, seemingly outside his body, that he turned his blood spattered face towards Jaus. he wiped some of the blood off his face, and, still in a ready stance, said ''is that music buging you as much as it is me, cause I feel like letting off some steam. what do you say'' |
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2010 12:47:03 GMT -8
The music beat in the background slightly irking Jaus, its not that he wasn't that much of a fan of music it was just THAT kind of music which had no flowing rhythm other than to drive men insane. Clearly a trolls work. He felt the sudden short gust of wind at his flank signaling the boy's body being grasped up and torn apart violently.
Jaus was by effect slow to react turning his frame upwards to tower over the other individual. He didn't know what to say other than pick out his violent nature which was deemed obvious by his lack of tact in a one on one fight. Not that the kid didn't clearly deserve it.
A flick of blood splashing his cheek.
''is that music buging you as much as it is me, cause I feel like letting off some steam. what do you say''
"...Mind you I have no time for games.." Jaus replied stoically expecting the first strike to be imminent
Prepare, Anticipate, Succeed.
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Post by Vincent Greystar on May 27, 2010 0:22:06 GMT -8
[glow=red,2,300]how silly...[/glow] the other said [glow=red,2,300]no time for games? doe he not know that LIFE is a game? whether we live or die, it doesnt matter. all that matters is the thrill![/glow] He charged forward, attempting a punch to the stomach, tossing him a bit off balance before he would try to sweep the leg, knocking him over, then stomping on his knee joint, attempting to break, or dislocate it and finishing the combo with a dropping elbow smash to the face. with this in mind, he grinned as he charged forward
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2010 17:03:55 GMT -8
Jaus' expression didn't change, it rarely ever did when he'd been around in this school system for quite a long time. People always reacted the same, more or less out of pure violence, to a degree he could generally keep up with or at least to a degree he'd train for to become better, stronger, so that one day he could stop it.
End the bloodshed.
The boy across him charged, his speed only a fair among swifter that Jaus' own but enough that it made a significant difference. In defense Val's arms raised, a slight weight to each of them as he hefted the stone weights on his arms, feeling the contours of the stone overcoat weigh him down to a degree that'd leave a man unable to move but Jaus handled it evenly dropping his right foot back for support and bringing his hands up to guard as the younger boy lashed out striking a palm in the gut forcing Jaus to grasp out for air. But where his body had trouble keeping up his mind went to work. Analyzing the boy's stature as he dropped to sweep the leg.
Jaus' hand s would rise quickly dropping onto the boy's shoulder to press him down lowering the base of the throttled kick to where it'd only catch his back leg. Jaus' left leg would move beyond the boy's body and behind him while pulling his left leg off the ground evading the kick narrowly.
Performing something of a leapfrog motion Jaus' body would pull over the boy completely however as his right leg would follow through Jaus would tuck it in so his kneecap would ram straight into the boy's nose cavity. If contacted it'd screw him up pretty bad. On the other side Jaus would pull all his weight through the strike pacing his way to turn around body forming into a standardized kick boxing stature. He'd been training for this for a long time.
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o, and sorry about the lack of punctuation. I dont know how to use this laptop effectively XD)