LOLOLOLOLOLOL (Open)

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was just putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece, the white bandanna around his face kept him from choking and coughing up as the spray paint can did it's magic. His arm moved slightly as he finished up, his finger releasing the button on the can and the paint would cease to spray forth. He took a step back, his hand reaching up to pull the bandanna down off his face to reveal a pleased grin. It was Beautiful.

He was in the parking lot and he had just finished with his last car. Every other car in the lot had a big black "L" spray painted on it's hood, while every car that did not have an "L" on it would instead have an "O". If someone was to look at it from the rooftop they would be able to see Mathew's message clearly.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

It was petty stuff, but fun stuff. And it was the perfect way to get things going for Mathew. No longer was he lost in a sea of confusion or self doubt. No longer was he without purpose. He had discovered something about himself by examining his past and those that tried to run away from their pasts. That he was who he was and fighting it was only going to end with him losing himself. What Mathew had discovered was that no matter how much he might wish for it some days he would never be the hero. His role was that of villain, and whether he was robbing people and smashing their skulls in or doing vandalism and property damage he would always be the one stirring things up.

This is the point where would people would flee, the school bell was about to ring and any moment people would be returning to their cars, and they would likely not be happy to see what he had done. But he wanted to be there for it. He knew it would be funny. So he would take up watch by one of the light poles in the lot, next to some of his discarded spray paint cans that he had used up in his prank.

[Larry Allman]

So, he was out and aboot, just smoking away his break, when the horrible sound of defacing public property met his ears. Eyes opening wide, the young man let his cigarette drop, as if it were slow motion as the: CCCSSSSSHHHHHH CSSSSSHHHHHH of each agonaizing letter rang through his head. From the left to the right, he'd look around, ever wondering... WHERE THE FECK WAS THE FECKER!?

The normally pacifist slowly felt his boil, although at the same time he wondered what sort of message was being written. Yet in the pit of his stomach... He knew one thing to be true.

HE'D HAVE TO CLEAN THAT SHITE UP!

Oh what a horrible day it would be, the power washing, the scrubbing, the wet pants.


ALL OF WHICH HE DIDN'T WANT TO DO.

"So the love of god." He started quietly to himself. Slowly walking forward from his spot against the wall. The space grew slowly and his blue eyes scanned the walls and the area around him. EVER LOOKING FOR THE CREATURE WHO DARED GIVE HIM WORK.

It wasn't until he looked to the parking lot, which was on his right... There he saw the message. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! Of course at first he couldn't help but laugh out loud... Such was the message, it was amusing.. BUT WAIT... THERE'S MORE... Wait wait wait... if it wasn't on school property, but on things on school grounds that belonged to other people... Did he still have to clean it up.


"That's great... but.... I'M NOT CLEANING THAT UP!" Larry still having trouble restraining his laughter, was torn between two emotions. ANGRRRYYY and lawls. Yes, its an emotion now.

Tucking his hands in his pockets, he'd retrieve his pack and light up yet another cigarette... No point in fretting now, right?

FECK IT.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew did not notice the Janitor who was apparently fretting that he would be the one doomed to clean up Mathew's mess. No, he was far more concerned with the fact that no one seemed to be doing anything about the message he had left on their cars. Well maybe that just meant that no one cared if their nice cars got painted for free. Well that just wasn't the reaction Mathew was wanting.

So with a shrug Mathew would walk over to the nearest parked car, whistling cheerfully as he did so and he would take the still mostly full can of Spray paint that he had in his hand and he would smash the base of it in to one of the car's headlights. This triggered the car alarm which would then hopefully draw more eyes to the scene and what Mathew was doing. Hell, if everyone continued to avoid Mathew not wanting to step in to what he was doing, he would just have to do more, maybe even start stealing one of the cars. Take it to a chop shop and make a quick buck. That was always a fun thing to do after all.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

A hand would plant on Mathews shoulder from behind, pulling in an attempt to turn him around right after he smashed the headlight of HIS car. A sharp uppercut would aim directly for the underside of Amtrums jaw, Jeremy hoping to plant Mathew right on the hood of his Camaro. He didn't really care how damaged it got- he had plenty of money for repairs. What he did give a damn about was some punk who thought he owned the place, stepping into a parking lot and busting up his shit.

Should his punch plant and Mathew get thrown across the hood, Jeremy would step up quickly, grab him by the front of the coat, pull him off his car and spin in a circle before tossing him directly for the windshield of the car paralell to his own. He would point and speak.

"Don't ever fuckin' touch my car!"

Simple, and to the point. Unlike most people who got in a fight and got their shit handed to them on a silver platter, Jeremiah had no such qualms about brawling. Lose once, lose a hundred times, he'll still come back and bust your shit up if you piss him off. And Mathew?

Mathew was pissing him off.

[Mathew Amtrum]

With the car alarm going off Mathew didn't hear someone finally coming to see what the problem was. Funny how things worked out, the first person to make it to the scene just happened to own the car that he was damaging. That was just awesome, what was even better was Mathew knew the kid.

Mathew's shoulder was grabbed and he was spun around to be met by an uppercut which planted his ass on to the hood of the car with a huge dent. The kid Mathew knew as Jeremiah would then proceed to pick Mathew up by his coat.

Mathew just smiled at his words as he quickly brought the spray can up and pressed down on the button, the black paint spraying forth with a hissing sound right in to the kid's face. See how he liked them apples.

Followed by the paint Mathew would slam his hand forward, can and all to try and smash it in the kid's face so he would let go of Mathew's coat and back the fuck up. The kid had no reason to be rude and start a fight, Mathew was just having a little fun after all.

"Don't you learn kid?" He asked with a small chuckle.

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[Jeremiah Sykes]

God had to love a man who was big.

Jeremy, gripping the guy by the coat and not exactly expecting a can of paint, wouldn't have a spare moment to gaurd his face. Of course, he didn't need one to close his eyes. And still, spray paint coming in to his face, he was gonna continue with his plan. Spin and toss. Afterward, his nose, mouth, and general frontal-reigon of his skull was now a new color. After throwing (and should it happen to go through), he would bring up his sleeve and rigorously wipe away at his face. He held his breath, since breathing in those damned fumes would hurt more than the spray paint would have to his eyes. He didn't bitch about it either- if he was in that position, he'da tagged a nigga up too. Smooth move.

His eyes mostly clear of the paint before he felt his skin stretching with the drying chemicals, Jeremiah would get even more pissed off. He didn't give a damn who the guy was, or what he said about learning his lesson. He would walk over, hopefully while Amtrum was stuck in the windshield of the car, pull him out of it,and while he lay on the hood rub his face in some of the glass, trying to dig it in brutally.

"You fuck up my face i fuck up yours!"

[Mathew Amtrum]

Well it seemed the paint didn't stop him, and Mathew found himself being spun around, the kid probably forgot how strong he was though. He went with the spin for a moment, so that Jeremiah's back was to the car before he threw his weight at the kid to send him back in to his own car and on top of the hood. And with one hand on Mathew's coat he would have less chance to catch himself as Mathew came down on top of him, probably denting his hood more.

That wasn't all though, if Mathew got on top of him he would smash his head in to the other kid's face, trying to get him while he had to keep his eyes closed because of the paint that was rapidly drying on him. Now Mathew knew that he would get some on his forehead as well, but he didn't give a rat's ass.

After the headbutt Mathew would then start sending hooks in to the kid's ribs with the can that was not holding the paint, his left hand. It was apparent that Mathew was going to have to teach this kid that you did not fuck with Mathew Amtrum and walk away from it.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Being slammed on the hood of his car, he let out a grunt, now not caring about the damage. It was principal. Little shit thought to toss him around because he was stronger- Jeremy didn't give a damn. Yeah, he'd probably get fucked up again, and tomorrow, if he came back and the guy was lighting Jeremiahs locker on fire, Jeremy would walk over and stuff the assholes face in the flames. Jeremy was one of those who knew the results of battle mattered to the minds of fighters. If you got your ass beat, you were suppose to be wary of someone. It gave you a name, made others scared to fight you again because they didn't wanna lose. Sykes was different. He wanted someone to know that, no matter how many times you beat him, he'd come back for more. And more. And more.

Anyway, back to the fight.

His back slammed into the hood, his eyes closed tight. Being no newcomer to a fight (As has been said many times before), he brought his left hand up, releasing the coat and planting it under Mathews chin and pushing, so Amtrums head would be forced backward. This did two things. Since Jeremy couldn't see, it would even the odds- Matts gaze would be taken from his target. Second, it prevented a headbutt from slamming into his currently vulnerable face. Not that he knew thats what Mathew planned, but hell, its what he would do. Opening his left eye a little, he'd get a semi-blurry outline of his opponent. His right fist would aim straight for the throat. The man was sturdy- he doubted such a blow would be debilitating. But it would at least choke him, maybe. Jeremy had little options- he'd throw punch after punch for the kids neck, in the hopes of causing some serious swallowing issues.

Too bad for the kids man-lovers, eh?

Should Mathew still throw the blows to the ribs? Well, not like he could do shit about it. They were wrapped, and still damaged, so he'd let out a low yell while the bones, having been re-placed, cracked out of their surgically inserted metal brackets. At least his punches to the neck would be more likely to land.

'One day, im gonna break Mathews ribs, just to show the cocky little bitch what it feels like.'

Promise made.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew's face shot upward as the kid did his little uppercut but Mathew gritted his teeth and pulled his head back down. New approach, instead of hitting the ribs Mathew was going to change his tactics, he dropped the spray paint can, letting it roll on the ground under one of the nearby cars. Mathew's left hand would grab the kid's fist as it was sent on it's way to Mathew's fist, once again in a position to try and crush the kid's fist. Though he knew that wasn't going to work, the kid had strong bones it seemed.

What he could do though was push the arm to the side and lean in close to the kid so it would be harder for his long arms to hit him with as much force as they normally would be able to. Once he was inside the kid's guard he would let go of his hand and start sending punches at the kid's face with both hands.

He was done with the fight, he wanted to end things quickly because he needed to talk to this kid now. He had potential and Mathew wanted to scout that potential. He wanted to use it, lord knew he could find use for someone that didn't know how to back down.

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[Jeremiah Sykes]

He gritted his teeth in turn.

His hands being locked up as they were- didn't give him much wiggle room. Grunting, he opened his eyes, shaking his head a little to clear them of the water that sprouted, the fumes from the paint on his face making his vision slightly blurry. Suddenly, his hands were free. Now, taking a moment. Mathew was a fuckin' freight train. Jeremiah was the tied damsel, struggling against the ropes. Only thing the train had to do was run the bitch over. Jeremiah brought his knee's up, sliding his back up the car a little to give them room to move. He would press his knees against his own chest and-

WHAM

One punch.

It was like taking a sledgehammer to the face, swung my Mr. Universe. His cheek bone cracked perfectly, the fracture splitting clean down from the nasal foramen in his nose, to the point where his smile would normally reach in a grin on his left cheek. He would kick outward. Most would ask- how the fuck did Jeremiah make it through that blow? Keep his consciousness through the pain, through the shaking of his head, which bounced beautifully off his hood? Well, unbeknownst to Jeremy, his Qi kept him moving. See, the other day, fighting with Amtrum- it had awoken something in him. That power. The will and ability to keep going, even through broken bones and body tissue- even through the power behind the former Dragons fist.

Anyway, he kicked out, trying to propel Mathew away from him, if only giving him about ten or so feet. Then he would stand in front of his car, shake his head quickly, grimace against the pain and, unless given a reason to stop, would start forward. Ain't no way he was gonna get dropped that easy.

'I'm gonna make you suffer this time, punk.'

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew's body was pushed off the larger kid and he was forced to stumble backward lest he fall on his ass. He didn't know how much damage he did to the kid's face, but he did know he had gotten in a solid blow. There was enough distance between them for Jeremiah to get up off the hood of his car if he so chose. Mathew wasn't going to close the distance yet.

"You should join me."

Mathew said with a shrug, breaking the flow of the fight with his invitation. He liked what this kid had going on for him. He was tough, he was a good fighter, and he wasn't afraid to fight against someone he knew he couldn't beat. The Reapers would be able to use someone like him.

"Think about it. You're a tough guy. If you worked with me you would be able to accomplish something, help me build something. And I don't mean something crappy to do with fucking school. Something real." He said waiting for the kid to reply or attack him again.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremy paused, eyes twitching as the man spoke.

'The hell did that come from...?'

He walked over aggressively, but didn't touch him. Instead standing not quite in his face, but at a more or less "threatening" distance.

"Unlike most people in that building, i'm not afraid of you just kuz you got bigger muscles, and i sure as hell don't need you or any of your kind." He brought his left hand up, touching his cheek. Pain. He didn't even blink before he looked back at Mathew. "Putting that aside, who the fuck stops a fight to ask the man he's beating on to join him in anything?" And why. That was the part he left out. He said he didn't NEED Mathew- which was true, he did just fine on his own. But did he WANT to join? Well, that remained to be seen. What was the kid talking about? What plans and what were the terms of his...service? Thoughts came back to him, a smile trying to force its way to his lips. The boy had nuts of steel. Literally, he knew the kid did.

Jeremiah, despite his previous aggressions, respected- hell, even liked- that the boy had the stones to ask some shit like that in the middle of a brawl. Showed you could think while you fought. Still, Sykes didn't know this kid for shit. He by no means was making an acceptance speech. The sudden lag just...shot his adrenaline is all. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a smoke, and lit it up, never taking his eyes from Mathew.

He toyed with the idea of beating on the boy. Even though it didnt do much good, the guy was a good punching bag. Hell, look how relaxed he got him! All smoking and shit, like this was an afternoon social. He stared Mathew right in the eye, defiance written on his face.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Well the kid really did have balls. He wasn't jumping at the bait swearing loyalty, but that was fine. He had his attention, which was the point. No one should sign anything without being informed as to what it meant. Well at least no one that wasn't an idiot. He let Jeremiah take out a cigarette and light up, he wasn't looking to sucker punch the kid.

"The fact that you don't shit bricks at the sight of me is why I am making this offer. As for who the hell stops a fight to invite someone in to a group. Someone that can recognize talent and wants the invite to be remembered before you get your ass knocked out."

He said with a cocky grin.

"I'll spell it out. I want to start something. A group where we can do what we want and have the power to maintain it. Throughout the city. I guess to put it crudely, and underground. I think that a man with your skills would be an asset, and I would be remiss if I didn't extend to you an offer to join me and help me to build this."

He said shrugging. He wanted Jeremiah, but he didn't need him. An asset was not a requirement, it would just make his life easier to have someone that wasn't easy to intimidate on his side than against him. He would await the kid's reply.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah snorted at the boy talking about knocking him out. Nobody ever knocked him out. Ever. He'd been knocked down, knocked around, busted up to the point of not being able to move. But knocked out? Nah, shit wasn't possible. He took a deep drag from his smoke before he started chuckling. He hooked his thumbs in his belt and took slow, meaningful strides forward, bringing his body and face about six inches from Amtrums.

"And who, exactly, would i answer to, hm? A bunch of lowlife fighters, thugs, criminals who ain't good enough to lick shit from the soles of my shoes? People you been friends with your whole life, who take priority?" He flicked his smoke, the ash falling to the ground. "If your looking for a bitch to run and get you coffee, check the whore houses. They'll take any reason to get off the streets. I won't be babysat by any of your little buddies." Of course...he didn't say he might be willing to work for Mathew directly. You see, though Jeremiah came off as a dumb, brutish ox, he was actually very, very smart. He threw out little tests, to see if people caught on to his meanings, even under threat. Stepping this close was a move to get attention.

After all, what guy who still had some jewels would like a guy coming into his man-turf?

[Mathew Amtrum]

"That's the beauty."

Mathew said with a grin, unphased by the sudden closeness that he was experiencing. If there was one thing Mathew hated about a lot of gangs it was favoritism when it came to rankings. It was what destroyed his old gang. He would not see it done again, everything was by merit.

"Right now it's just me. Ranking is done by merit. You prove your shit you rise up. Over time. The more you do for the cause the higher you rank up. There are three ranks. Low, middle, and high. EVERYONE start's at Low. Even my old best friend."

He said, with emphasis on everyone. He wanted to make sure the kid knew he wasn't being recruited to be a bitch. At least not forever, unless he chose to stay a bitch. Mathew wanted the best, not just his friends, but those that strove to be the best, they are the ones that were fight to rise up.

With that said and done Mathew would push the kid back, tired of him getting up in Mathew's face. When he got a little breathing room he would give the kid a level look. He was ready to fight if that is what the kid wanted, but it would be a damn shame to have to resort to just beating him up with no purpose.

"So? You interested or should we continue where we left off?"