May/June 2010

[Zack Asiv]

Format:

Singular (You make only one, non-interactive post that takes your character throughout the entire event.)

Reward:

• +5 Experience Points
  
• Custom Item +3 to any stat
  
  

Scenario:

552 Students are attacking random 259er's in the streets. This is War! But who struck first? Does it matter! Kick that ass!

Requirements:

• Your character experiences being attacked, seeing an attack, or attacking
  
• Finding out its 552 students fighting 259 students is required
  
• You are required to have at least 600 words excluding BBCode.
  
• Monthly Event ends twice. Once at the end of May and again at the end of june.
  

[David B.]

'552...'

Thats what the tat said. Another school...?

Limp in his fists the body hung, his knuckles white around the cloth of the kids shirt. Around him lay several more bodies, all students from 259. What was this? He had heard of this school, done his research, but had waved it off as nothing and now racked his memory for the information. It was...disturbing, that these kids would simply leap at the chance to destroy 259ers. Was there some sort of old rivalry? Perhaps something gone wrong with the supervisor of the school and the dean of 552? He suspected many things, but without evidence could not force action against them. His eyes, steel blue and cutting like a lazer-shaped diamond, came up to the forces before him. Fifteen more students, all of them bearing the same dress, the same attitude, and the same determined look as the man who now slumped at his feet, the young fighter having released his grip on his enemies.

He stood , knuckles bloodied, waiting. The hood of his sweater hung loosely about his jet-black hair. His blue jeans were loosely fit for easy movement, and a shirt hung securely from his back pocket. Denial. Thats what crossed his face. Not a strict harbouring of fear or despair that would cross the face of most in need; no, this was a denial for them. Denial for what they sought. Fighting him would only add more to the body count. Restless fools. Outwitted. Outmatched. Overpowered. He never looked behind him, never acknowledged the others trying to sneak up behind. He knew they were there, knew they hoped to jump him. They knew nothing. Nothing of his strength, his determination. His ruthless evisceration of his enemies as though they meant nothing. They were nothing. He would create in them a fear so great that those who were found would speak in terror of it.

Life for them would never be the same.

He unzipped his sweater, grinning broadly as the first wild cry of battle sounded behind him. He quickly tore off his sweater, wrapping it around the head of the student who had leapt full force at him. He jerked back on it, ripping the mans upper body striaght to the concrete. Blood and bone cut through the sweater, popping and shredding the sweater with a violence. His hand found the shirt of another opponent, tearing it off his back so quickly the force didnt even have time to pull him forward. A punch, square to the ribs. three cracked under his fingers. The wind left the boy in a rush, and his eyes bulged. He grabbed the kids arm that went down to cover the injury, pulling it straight with his left and slamming a hard open hand into the elbow. A disturbing crunch. His arm broke out the wrong way, the lower half hanging limp. the student screamed in agony, blood squirting as bone erupted from flesh.

A side-kick to the knee. The pattella was hit with such force it exploded from the skin, the bone and tendon rupturing as the figure collapsed.

His friends continued to move forward.

As the boy hit the ground, he brought his foot up, then down, cracking the facial bone in forty three places as the head was imbedded slightly into the earth. An arm wrapped around his neck, a punch square into his stomach. He laughed, blood coming from his mouth as another fist connected to his jaw. He kicked the guy in front of him in the chest, grabbing the boy who held him by the hair and using the downward pull of his leg as leaverage to hurl the student into a small stone outcropping. A leg sweep. Down he went. a 552er tried to kick him in the head from above. He grabbed the foot and twisted, breaking the ankle and tearing the acchilles tendon. He stood and gripped the kids face with only his fingers, crushing the entire skull around them. He grabbed the back of the fellows neck and used the body as a flail, smashing another kid in the face and sending him flying to a fence of razor wire. A headbutt, a knee to the ribs, and a kidney punch. There went another.

He would piss blood tomorrow.

The rest of the students, wisely, began to back away, fear at the unconcious bodies crossing their eyes. They all bunched together, and began to run, all in the same direction, which would lead them far away from him.

His eyes burned and danced, laughter lifting down the street.

There would be no escape for them.

As the last of them would fall, he would look up, gasping and choking out his final words.

"Who...who are you?"

David would give a red smile and turn, pulling the shirt from his pocket before putting it on.

The last thing those eyes would see before awakening in a hospital would be the back of a white sleeveless shirt, the name "Blaze" etched in black fire at the top.

Darkness.

Total word count excluding BBC code: 851

[Vincent Greystar]

"...I..." thought Vince as he wandered the streets in LA "am sooo BORED" he finished, kicking a random stone hard, sending it flying...

...right into the face of a random person.
"HEY!" they shouted "WHO the FUCK are YOU to kick a stone at ME, one of 552's Finest?!?"

552... thought Vince, musing as the said 552er got more riled up, and crowds started to form around him. I guess that's ANOTHER one of these schools Vince smirked as he looked his potential playmate over "one of their finest?" he finally said "by the look of you, you couldn't hurt a fly that's been in 259 for more then 5 minutes" rage was clearly visible on the opponents face, as the crowd laughed. two slightly larger goons stepped from the crowd, and got behind their insulted colleague "are you saying 552 couldn't handle 259?" they asked menacingly. Vince just got into a ready position "that's EXACTLY what I'm saying!" he said, before charging full speed at the goon who spoke, thrusting his arm forward into his solar plexus. the goon doubled forward, and Vince grabbed his head, twisting it to the right side, so he was shielded from the two on the left before jumping up and kneeing him in the face, letting go at the last second. the body of the unconscious goon sprawled onto the floor, in front of the other two. Vince smiled devilishly before using a side kick to the kidney of the middle goon, launching him into the last one., leaving him conscious, but unwilling to get up. he looked at the last petrified goon, crept closer, and did a low kick to his knee joint, breaking it. he cried out and fell to the floor. Vince bent over his fear stricken enemy, and whispered "when you wake up in the hospital, and have visitors from your shit school, tell them that you were taken out WITH EASE by a 259er. tell them that NO ONE-"Vince turned and left hook punched the getting up opponent in the temple before turning back to the downed one "as I was saying, NO ONE from 552 has ANY chance against 259. we don't care if they come by the thousands." he leaned in closer, lips brushing against his ear
"we.
will.
destroy.
you.
all."
he nipped the terrified mans earlobe, and he instinctively punched out. Vince grabbed the hand, and broke it at the wrist. as the arm fell, and the jacket of the goon fell open a bit, Vince saw a picture of someone on his inside pocket. is that... he thought, as he picked out the picture. he looked grimly at it
"...your girlfriend says she likes me better." he said getting up, and tossing another picture of the same girl in lingerie face up so all could see. "I assume she's your girlfriend, cause she's waaay too pretty to be your sister, and you don't seem to be the type to associate with women unless you get something from it...also, you might want to date someone from your own school, and not a random chick you hit on at the bar." something I should think about too he said before he stomped on his opponents wrists, breaking the other one, and causing significant pain to the already broken one. "if you try to move that picture...I'll know. and I'll be back. ready to do more damage." Vince got up and smiled that should end the boredom...though, that girl will be pissed I beat up her boy...eh, she's replaceable he decided, turning around to look at his downed adversaries. spitting on one of them before continuing on. the crowd parted as he walked by cheaters are always replaceable he was suddenly in a bad mood, going back to school, but looking forward to the rest of the day. maybe something interesting would happen... he looked and saw a few more in the crowd who had a tattoo that looked like a 552 on their arm, and his smile reappeared. definitely something interesting would happen. h continued on his walk, and pretended not to see the people gathering in The alleyway. he tried to hide his smile as he turned down a dead-end street, and saw he was being followed looks like my excitement is still coming along he thought, as he turned around, and saw two more, obviously more formidable people with 552 emblazoned on their shirts. "you're dead now kid!" they shouted as they attacked as one Vince sighed "you know, there really should be more of you...this is starting to get old." he said, as he deflected the first ones punch, and returned with a uppercut. the other attacked with a crowbar. Vince blacked it, noticing the sting in his arm as he wrapped his fingers around it and wrenched i from his grip, before hitting him with it. hard. he walked out of the alleyway, tossing the crowbar away, and moving his hand experimentally "good...nothing permanent." he decided, as he reached the gates of 259. it definitely wont be "regular" for a while Vince reflected as he started his day.

Word count: 896

[Krane Asiv]

It had been one of those normal days. Get to school, hear rumors of random attacks on students by an unknown group. Only problem was... These rumors where aimed against the entire student body of 259. So Spike took five of his guys and descided to do a bit of a patrol without telling Jaus, he was probably training or relaxing after the battle a few days back.

A few hours went by and nothing. They stopped for some rest just off campus near a gas station when some of those unknown group showed up. They looked tough, but alot of people had the look. Spike stood at the head of his five and looked at this upcoming group of what looked like twelve with a quick look over. They where all too excited for these to be random attacks, sure enough one of them spoke up.

"This is pay back."

~Pay back?~

Though the questions would have to wait as they attacked. Spike's guys where quick to react, but outnumbered it was quickly showing, Spike stepped in fast, grabbing a wrist before it struck one of his guy's. With his free hand sending a palm into the guys exposed side. Quickly capitalizing he sent a knee up, dropped an elbow down on his head, and then threw a punch, the guy was in pain no doubt, but hadn't gone down. They had spirit.

~Father... Your burden is heavy.~

A punch from his left caught him off guard, the problem with it? There was Qi involved. There was some sort of extended force from the guy's hand that pushed harder than usual flinging Spike to the side slamming a car's rear bumper pretty hard.

~It's pulling me to the ground.~

Spike pushed himself back up, only to be kicked in the stomach, back into the car bumper. Another kick and Spike wrapped it, twisting his entire body in a death roll slamming the guy into the trunk, then spinning the other way bringing him to the ground. Letting go he would roll over him, the immense weight obviouse now as he slammed an elbow into his chest, and pushed up to a standing position.

He heard the foot steps this time as the guy with the Qi threw the punch, looking he side stepped and leaned with it floating just past the punch, but the extention got him in the cheek. The force causing flesh to rip, and blood to spill. Spike hrew both palms into the guy's chest pushing him away. Reaching over his right shoulder he pulled out the two foot power pole and started to use it like a night stick, clubbing these guys where he could, shin's, fore arms, ribs, top of the head. By this time though Spike only had two guys standing, the other side still had five.

"Extend."

The power pole now became the same size as a regular issue boe. Spinning it around to his back he charged, flipping it around harshly into the first guy's head, letting it flow spinning it from hand to had, he brought it over his head, and down on the same guy slamming him to the ground. The two following Spike kept their distance, they knew better than to stick too close when he used the power pole. The next guy charged quickly eleminating Spike's reach, so without a word he retracted it back to two feet, took one step back to adjust his stance and then. The rod extended right into the guys chin. A kick from the guy with the extension qi knocked the power pole from his grip, now it was more or less a one on one with Spike and this guy because his two guys went to take on the other three.

"You wont win. This school doesnt stand a chance against 552. You shouldn't of started anything."

"What?"

Blood dripped from Spike's chin to the ground, it was hot, like steaming water on his face. This guys where from Public High School 552? The school in new york?

~Your battles keep finding me.~

"We didn't start anything."

Spike spoke with assured confidence, the other guy just shrugged and continued.

"Doesn't matter now."

The guy charged in and threw a punch, Spike's trained reaction was to go for a quick block bringing his arm around to throw it to the inside. Before Spike's hand made contact the guys Qi hit him square in the face. Spike was again thrust back. Hitting the ground he slid on his back, pushing up durring the slide to keep an eye on his enemy, he watched the guy launch himself forward in the air aiming to bring a knee strike down on him, Spike elbowed the ground on his left side rolling to his right, the guys Qi hit first, which is what Spike was counting on, cocking back his right leg and throwing it up into the guy's ribs throwing him back again. Spike stopped sliding and took off running towards this guy turning his upper body to the right bringing back a fist before launching it towards the falling opponent.

The guy took the hit to the back and was flung to the ground, getting up. He looked alittle surprised.

"What? You think I'd go all out and show you what you where fighting?"

"Now you're pissin me off!"

The guy was outraged and got into Spike zone throwing punches and knee's wildly, never kicks though. Spike was able to keep up with most of the attacks, he ducked and spun out of the way of one of the guys knee's, but his jacket was grabbed and pulled off of him. The guy wasn't prepared for the weight and was pulled down.

The guy looked up in amazement, so Spike began to lay it on thick. His hair spiked, and began to change blonde from the roots slowly to the tip, his eyes became a dark blue instead of black, and a black flame burst from his arms. From the fear the guy froze and Spike pounced, throwing a single palm strike to the guys face, that leveled him out. The speed, the strength, the kind of attack that regularly put someone down in one hit.


((For shits and giggles this is Spike's stats when he went all out.

Strength: 106
Dexterity: 85
Constitution: 40
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41

Word Count: 1065))

[Jayr Byrne]

OOC: Don't know if its too late but needed something to do.

For the record.

Jayr was still rather new to this whole ordeal of affiliating with new school grounds, not to mention her history on the place had been rather blurry. All she'd known was that there was a significant draw towards violence amongst the many students of 259 just as there had once been with 774. That was of course before her reign came to terms. Jayr was easing a balance of power, of control over the school she was still enrolled in through a means of tactical mastering of the masses, a verbal and physical redirection of power into constructive means whereas others sought to punish the masses for their energies Jayr sought to rearm them aim it at a target that bettered the school itself.

That was something she could live with.

Walking along the sidewalk just outside of the school grounds Jayr heard the blatant noises of a scuffle. The heavy breathing in no obvious sense of attempting to be muffled, that much could be understood seeing as the school had no direct leadership to be followed or feared. Jayr saw this as the first challenge essentially towards her plans. Observation always came first.

As she rounded the corner she noticed the different attires of both parties, one cloaked in heavy leather obviously derived from a much colder region, while the other looked to be much more like a bro from Jersey Shore. Each party sported their fair share of muscle that they so well performed feats of bulging. But assimilating from the tussle, neither knew how to fight all too well.

A loud scoff as Jayr looked at the two idiots not seeking to impede their brawl, she wasn't Captain here, and nor would she have done so otherwise unless it came at a cost, the fight now just seemed to be a show of strength nothing at stake so what was the point.

Acknowledgment?

Perhaps. But she was already acknowledged back home, to be seen or heard here just yet would be a foolhardy attempt at egotism. There was a sudden rustle of chains behind her and Jayr would sweep about quickly on her heel clutching the books in her grasp closer to her chest, the motion itself knocking a fair share of wind from her lungs.

"Hey whats a sexy bitch like you doing here caught up in all this trouble?"

The apparent leader of them would speak out as he slowly progressed forward, in his leading hand a chain would twirl mid-air showing off some potential bravado, though all but nulled out by calling her a bitch. At his side were two others and towards the flank a rather large individual who was the inherent muscle.

Jayr's steps would fall back into a retreating motion, heels tapering at the edge as she backed into a fence. 'Damnit.' The thought raced to mind as she was out of room to pace backwards. However she had seen the likes of these before, all show very limited metal. Jayr would breath quickly as they closed in, the men making a spread maneuver to close off all potential routes of escape. Sad thing was, in the end Jayr had no mind to escape.

"What no answer chika?"

Jayr would proceed to bite her lip as he dropped the intense stare replaced with a proverbial lust to lash out, dropping his chain the leader would raise his hand outwards aimed to knock away the books to which he achieved but following his grasp for her breast was met with two hands buckled around the palm, thumbs on the inside of the palm while the other fingers entwined around its edges. Pulling back Jayr would bring the boy to his knees in a pathetic and squabbling cry, confidence seeping off her figure as the others flinched.

"Is that any way to treat a lady?"

With that she'd jerk back further forcing him to the ground as she nearly broke off his hand entirely, the foot of her heel would come up and into his neck thrusting quickly to knock him out entirely. The body lumping towards the ground and the other boys shuddering in shock.

"Fuck dis!"

The large one would say as he turned about into a headlong run while the others followed cue taking towards a hasty retreat as their leader was mangled at the floor.

'Just another day at school.' Jayr would think as she lowered herself towards the leader, searching his pockets to come up with an ID. A students ID from PHS 552. Jayr would bite her lip cautiously considering simply that there may have been need to add another school to her agenda.

[Kazuya Hikari]

... Public High School #552? That's the only thing that registered in Kazuya's mind as he walked past a group of students gossiping to each other in the hallway. "Dude, I heard they got a beef against Public High School #259." "Are you serious? What a pain..." Pushing the door open, Kazuya walked out of the school, his book bag held over his right shoulder. Deep in thought, Kazuya did not notice right away the confrontation occurring up ahead until he had just begun to walk past. "Don't let any of them escape!" He heard a low voice roar, as one guy was sent flying backwards, landing at Kazuya's feet, it was... "Junpei!" Kazuya darted over and knelt down beside his classmate, who had a cut to his forehead. "K... Kazu..." "Junpei, don't talk, we have to get you out of here!" "K... Kazu... wait... Listen... It's them... It's students from 552... They're here... to fight us... from 259... They came... out of nowhere..." "Junpei! You have to--" "Kazu... help them... please..." Hearing the desperate plea in Junpei's weak voice, Kazuya looked down at him in disbelief, before nodding his head. "Hey! There's another guy! You from Public High School #259!?" Not waiting for an answer, the guy charged at Kazuya as he straightened up, pulling his arm back and fired a straight punch right at Kazuya.

The guy's fist rocketing towards his face, Kazuya swiftly ducked underneath his arm the moment the guy was close enough, and rose up, his fist saying hello to the guy's chin. Lifting the guy slightly off the ground, Kazuya wasted no time and socked the guy's stomach with his other fist, sending him reeling over, as he crumpled to ground in pain. As soon as the guy hit the ground, five students immediately charged at him, but they were sloppy, uncoordinated. It didn't take Kazuya long to dispatch one, just by simply kicking the guy in the face with a simply front kick, socking the guy in the face with his foot. The guy crumpled to the floor, and the other four ran at Kazuya, trying to knock him out. Kazuya slammed his fist into one guy's face, swiveled around and jammed his left elbow into another face, launched a roundhouse kick into another's stomach. The three dropped like flies already. What a joke. Now only one was left, as Kazuya smirked at the guy, who looked panic stricken, but charged at Kazuya anyways. Ducking under the punch the guy threw, Kazuya launched an uppercut, lifting the guy up in the air, before the guy fell on the ground, knocked out.

Kazuya, as he continued to KO the idiots from 552 who tried to take him out left and right, heard the sound of a girl crying out as Kazuya looked over and saw the group of three students from 259 that had been ambushed along with Junpei cornered, their backs up against the wall, literally. Planting his fist into a student's face, he slowly made his way over to them, knocking dumb asses while he did. After a few minutes of punching and kicking the living daylights out of a multiple students, he finally reached them, in his wake, a trail of unconscious students tracing out his path. He had lost count of how many students he had KO'ed, but he was sure it was well above twenty. Not that he cared. They had no honor, ambushing students like that, and no matter how many people Kazuya would have to knock out, he would do it. He slammed his foot into the stomach of a student who had charged at him, and the student immediately dropped like a sack of potatoes. They just kept coming, like a swarm of locusts. Pesky too. So Kazuya would become the exterminator, to take them out. He swung his fist and planted it in the face of one student, swiveled around to jam his elbow into another guy's face, and swivel yet again to plant his foot into the stomach of another.

Was there no end to the amount of students that wanted to take Kazuya out? Surely the group of students was trickling down. And it was. Kazuya could see most of the 552 students that had come, were now lying on the ground, some clutching where they got hit, writhing in agony, others were... just lying there, unconscious. They would live. No real damage had been done, they had just been knocked out, taken out of the brawl. Sooner or later, the fight would narrow down to a collect few. He then turned his attention to a Sophomore who had come up behind Kazuya. "Time to take you out Jap boy! And then we can take down your precious high school!" The guy growled at Kazuya, who responded by smashing his fist into the guy's face. The guy dropped immediately, clutching his broken nose in agony. "If you can't handle even that, what makes you think you can take down 259? Don't waste your breath." Kazuya said, turning and mopping up the last remaining students that were around with little effort. As soon as the last guy hit the floor, Kazuya got the two with minimal injuries to help Junpei, while the other student and Kazuya helped the other heavily injured student, getting them to the infirmary back at school, the closest place that could administer medical aid. This was far from over...

(OOC: Word count minus BB coding and this note: 930 words)

[The New Student Dean]

After much delay...

THE FOLLOWING RECEIVE +5 EXP & A CUSTOM ITEM WITH A +3 TO ANY STAT:
David Blaze
Vincent Greystar
Spike Sudeki
Jayr Byrne
Kazuya

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