|
|
Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Apr 5, 2007 17:39:35 GMT -8
The sudden gust of wind comes at the most particular times. It was strange for Woomin how out of the blue he decided to want something for no particular reason. It was a feeling comparable to the desire of wanting chocolate. One would have to look at this comparison using a proportion though. What he wanted was not a delectable treat, but rather the title of school captain. Again, he didn’t know why, it was just an urge that anyone could have had.
The first step of his plan had already been completed. He did it in a way that he had usually expressed. The art of etching/carving words into random things is what he used. At this particular point in time, the random thing he had chosen to write the message on would be a wall. Of course, Woomin would have had to perform the operation in school afterhours. Even with the school out of session, there were a couple people who disturbed Woomin. Instead of trying to beat them up, he decided it would be wise to conserve his status for his little upcoming bout with the school captain. It probably wouldn’t have been worth the effort to dispatch enemies who may have had a bit of bite to them. The more important fact was that the plan had been carried out and his message read:
“I would like to take your title of School Captain, meet here after school hours.”
The last part was written in marker. Carving did get quite tiring after a while, so everything after his comma had to be handwritten. Woomin would also have to wonder if his message was even understandable, both legible wise and through the actual meaning. For one thing, he did not state a specific time. After hours could range anywhere from 3:30 p.m. to 4:30 a.m. That was fine, Woomin didn’t mind having a stakeout. Another thing was, would the school captain turn up for such a small offense such as vandalism for school property? That was all the young man really did, after all he didn’t want to beat up those who tried to interfere. So now, Woomin would have to settle in his relaxed position leaning against a locker in the History Hall of the 200 buildings.
“I wonder what type of person this guy is…”
|
|
|
|
Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 6, 2007 12:24:44 GMT -8
It was but a mere coincidence that the school captain happened to be passing by the little message after school, pen twirling around between her fingers on her left hand. Of course, his work would attract many students, and considering he didn't know the SC, he wouldn't know who the captain is. For all he knew, it could've been a buff Senior or a preppy Sophomore. Either way, a small gathering occured, wondering where the school captain was, and wondering, just who, exactly, had the time to carve this writing into the wall. But of course...Mitsuki didn't even pay attention to the writing on the wall, and continued on, music playing in her ears, coming from her MP3 player. With an impassive look on her face, she passed right by the group of people, just like a normal person. Only thing different about her, is that she wore a hospital mask on her face.
"Hoy, Mitsuki! Someone challenged you for your title.....again."
Now, he said this loud enough for Mitsuki to hear, even with the music playing in her ears. She stopped twirling her pen and lazily looked over at the boy who said it, before walking towards the beautiful - yeah, sarcasm - words imprinted into the wall. A bit sloppy, Mitsuki thought, noticing some of the words were hard to make out, but the words written in marker could be clearly read. A reminder of what happened last time someone challenged for her title came to mind; Thrush ended up not only being injured, but forever her slave. Yeah, that's right; slave. What? He was the one who came up with the bet?
Well, school had been over for a while now. The pen twirling around on her fingers resumed, and the captain turned around to scan the crowd, wondering who it was that challenged her. (S)he was the challenger, so they were bound to be somewhere around here. If not, then Mitsuki was not willing to wait - she'd simply leave and go home to get ready to go to Teacher's "home".
The kid better have a good reason why he scratched up the wall..[/color]
|
|
|
|
Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Apr 6, 2007 13:04:01 GMT -8
"Hoy, Mitsuki! Someone challenged you for your title.....again."
The words that would catch Woomin’s attention. Challenge, title, and Mitsuki? The school captain was a girl? Well, it wasn’t that big of a deal, at least he hoped so. Woomin decided it would be best to just declare who he was. Disclosure of his name though would be un-necessary. So he would merely introduce himself as the challenger.
“I’m the challenger. And I wrote the message on the wall.”
Woomin announced this from his leaning position. As he said it, he also looked away and tucked his hands behind his head. He didn’t think that such a large group would appear for this fight. What could he expect though, he did challenge the person who was supposed to be top dog of the school. Dogs always did follow an alpha.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 8, 2007 17:51:02 GMT -8
"Why."
Either he enjoyed carving things into the wall, or he thought this was necessary to catch her attention. Either way, he must've had a lot of time on his hands to do such an act. With a bored and apathetic expression on her face, she waited for him to explain the reason why he wanted to take her title. And if he still wanted her title after this little talk, then he'd have to be the one to take initiative in the battle, because Mitsuki goes by a couple of rules, one being that she never fights unless necessary, and another being that she does not allow battle on school grounds unless it's for self-defense.
|
|
|
|
Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Apr 8, 2007 19:27:17 GMT -8
Her voice is really plain...
"Your title is wanted because I'm bored." Woomin would declare. "And I feel like taking it. Why would I feel like taking it? Its up to you to decide. Power, fame, girls. All possible goals. As for the little message. Well, carving is a sort of hobby for me. At least its a better hobby than the others I have seen."
The girl hadn't taken up any sort of stance. She was rather calm. Woomin could have seen that coming. He wouldn't be able to do much from the position he kept himself in before she could react. This moment would actually prove itself to be an oppurtune one to survey his opponent and gain some information. She was significantly taller than himself. A head or so taller. A bit discouraging, taking into consideration this was a girl about his age. He should be taller. But in time, he would mature and tower over people. All in due time. She was skinny too. She didn't look too strong, but then again, it was hard for girls to build muscle mass. She wasn't that bad looking either but, her voice was cold. It made her unattractive to Woomin and it was sort of annoying. She didn't even add the high pitched sound at the end of the sentence to signify it was a question! Woomin would have to sigh as he pushed off the locker, by performing rather awkward body movements. Once he had pushed off, using his back, he would stand straight. This would make him appear taller, even if it wasn't much taller. Every little bit would help. For some reason, he felt he wasn't too intimidating. He would wait for another moment to begin the fight. For one thing, the movement of him getting away from the locker had probably alerted her. It was stupid to attack an alert person, immediately. If he waited for a minute or two, a chance may be granted to him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 13, 2007 16:32:54 GMT -8
She stared blankly at him. Not much to say; he was doing this out of pure boredum, neh? She was on the verge of yawning. Heh, well, joy? She wasn't at a loss for words, she just had nothing to say. Really, she was just sort of waiting for him to attack. What? He was the one who wanted to fight her, not the other way around. Although, just handing him the title would be so easy...but that's not how she played this "game". She was given the title to protect the students at the school - what good use was the title to him if he can't protect even himself? Or if he'll even protect the students in the first place? Fame? What fame? Power? Tch, right. Yeah, she had power, but she earned it. Girls? Sorry - don't exactly go that way.
Lalala..
|
|
|
|
Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Apr 13, 2007 20:15:40 GMT -8
There was no reply from the girl. It was a bit troublesome now. He didn't like the idea of attacking first, but there seemed to be no way to get this thing started without doing so. At least he had done one thing right, which was getting himself into a position other than leaning on the locker. While thinking up his first attack Woomin would enjoy another few seconds of this little staredown that was occuring. He wanted to make his first move a little flashy, even if it meant becoming a little reckless. After all, a beginning is what would determine the end. Would Woomin come to a flashy or reckless end?
The first step of his attack would of course include the pushing off of his one foot into a dash. He wasn't exactly sure how much distance was between the two of them, but it was roughly 3-4 meters. Surprisingly, it took him a little while to get within attacking range. Although it was all happening so fast, Woomin figured she would throw up her arms in some sort of guard. Or something. His dash would soon turn into a slide which would seemingly aim at the mid area of her legs, otherwise known as the knees. Looks would be decieving though. As he slid into distance, his legs would already be coiled against his chest as he slid on his back of the tiled flooring, from their coiled position they would shoot out at her pelvic area. If he could somehow injure the hip, it would be a plus. The attack as a whole was not what Woomin had envisioned. He dreamt of a really cool aerial attack.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 17, 2007 17:09:52 GMT -8
Slip'n slide.
Weee.....no.
Mitsuki held up no stance; she did not bring up her arms, as she did not attempt to do anything to block his attack. Because the distance between them was short, he didn't exactly have a great start, even with the boost from the wall. Sliding on the ground would only slower his movements - even if would only slow him down a teeeny bit... - considering that his body is now dragging against the ground. Yeah, sure, the floor was tiled, so what? The only way Mitsuki could think of that could possibly speed up when sliding against the ground would be with water and dish-washing soap. Or shampoo. Heck, conditioner might even work.
So when he slid into distance, Mitsuki quickly took a couple steps to the side, creating a good five foot distance between them; enough to stay out of attacking range.
That was a stupid move...[/color]
|
|
|
|
Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Apr 19, 2007 16:01:18 GMT -8
Strange, she didn't try to attack me while I was down on the ground. Eh, I guess its a loss for her.
Woomin got back to his feet. It would seem she was a pacifist of sorts. She hadn't tried countering his move nor did she give off any signs of aggression. For some reason, it gave Woomin a bad vibe. Made him feel sort of guilty for calling her out. What was done was done though, and Woomin wasn't one who liked to leave a job unfinished. Sometimes anyway.
From his standing position, Woomin would have to prepare himself to attack again. It seemed he was twice as close than before though.She probably didn't get an accurate measure of his speed, so Woomin happened to have a little luck that day. Taking into account the fact that she has not retaliated nor showed any sort of aggression, Woomin approached her slowly by walking. As he got closer, he felt dwarfed. It made him wonder how old she was. It didn't matter though. Woomin came into range once again. About two feet away. He swung his right leg up and aimed it at her left rib. He was hoping for her to try and counter his rather sloppy attack. After all, he did have a card of sorts up his sleeve.
|
|
|
|
Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 24, 2007 13:21:36 GMT -8
The closer he walked towards Mitsuki, the farther back she would move, keeping that distance between them. If he picked up his pace, she would pick up hers; she wasn't running away, no, she was merely trying to get outside of school so that they wouldn't damange school property. Kay, maybe she didn't care so much about the schools wellfare, but she did make a rule about fighting on school grounds, and she planned on following it. There was an acception, but it only worked if the opponant really wanted something out of it. To her, it seemed that this was no goal or ambition he wished for; just a game he wanted to play to ease his current boredum. That is why Mitsuki was so laid back, because to him, this is a game. Last person who tried to take her title actually tried; and look where it got him?
..waste of time..[/color]
So why wasn't Mitsuki attacking him and getting it over with? Well, for one, she thought if he actually applied himself, we might be getting somewhere. With one of the pillars gone, she was looking for a replacement. Thing is, a replacement is hard to find now-a-days; she wanted to see his skills in taking offense - a test, if you will. Once she thought he either failed or passed the offense test, she'd give him something to defend with. And if he lost, well, then he lost.
If he won?
Eh, that's not going to happen.
|
|
|
|
Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Apr 25, 2007 18:19:08 GMT -8
The girl was difficult, in a way even cute. It was frustrating when people did not play the game correctly however. In a chess game, those who start out by merely mirroring their opponent's moves were bound to lose. However, Woomin did not play chess to win but rather to play. Since she did what she did, Woomin decided to try a little something.
He took two strides forward, left then right. From his second stride he would leap into the air and attempt a right hook towards her. Connecting with her was not its purpose though. He hoped it missed. If it did the swing of the hook would help rotate his body. He would plan to land on his right leg and shoot out his left in the form of a back kick.
|
|
