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Post by Takeshi on May 3, 2007 2:04:33 GMT -8
Takeshi tapped his stick on the walls of a long corridor.
Locker,Locker,door,wall,person,
he could tell where he was really.His senses had been hightend since the accident,so he could "see"through the vibrations people made,there hearts beating,the shoes clapping.He could make out a whole scene in his head.He just tapped his stick along to piss people off.
He couldn`t make faces though.He recognisged people by their distinct heart beat.BA-DUMP.BA-DUMP.
This was his first day at public high school #259.He intended to just fit in.But that was never easy,there was always some prick ready to pick a fight with the blind guy.
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Post by valekin on May 3, 2007 17:49:18 GMT -8
Valekin was once again making a trip into the hall's of 259 to search for his enemy, Mishka. Yet no matter how many time's he looks through the year books and such, he can not find her. Where could that bitch have gone? He wanted to kill her so bad. That's why when the red tipped stick tapped his shoe, and made a clank sound, he decided to take it out on him. That was one subject that made the maniac weak of mind.
His family... all murdered... And he could do nothing...
Hye hee hee hee hee hee
"Я иду молоть вы вверх, и ем вас слепой мальчик."
(I'm going to grind you up, and eat you blind boy.)
Valekin moved toward him. There is this thing called fear. The maniac gave off waves of it. The people that were left in the halls gathered around, but remained a safe distance from him. No distance was a safe distance. The maniac was faster than most. But today he was getting used to his Panzer-hand Guantlets. They were more of a handicap, but that was about it.
"Or how about I break your spine in half while you writhe in the air?"
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Post by Takeshi on May 3, 2007 23:20:07 GMT -8
Takeshi turned.A fast heart beat.Usually the signs of a person with anger mangement problems.
"great,some crazy bastard wants a piece of the blind guy" though takeshi.
he found the heart beat,and made a picture of the enemy in his minds eye.
He put his stick away and turned.
"bring it"
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Post by Chrynos on May 4, 2007 2:21:49 GMT -8
"Kids these days. They're so desperate for reputation that they'll even take on a blind guy."
Chrynos' deep voice resounded throughout the hallways of 259, the graduate merely walking along the hallways of the school. 259 seemed like a less violent copy of 552, with less dangerous students. But the violence was still present. Students still prefered to use their fists rather than their mouth. And even if they used their mouth, they'll end up resorting to their fists.
The graduate stood there, the 6 foot tall fighter staring at the other giant. His mouth was of a thin line, neither a smile nor a frown, his eyes locked onto the other's. He took a step forward, his right fist clenched. He felt the cold steel of his Ring touch his palm.
Positioned behind the blind boy and looking over the shorter student's shoulders, he spoke once more, taunting the 'bully'.
"Now, if you really want a fight, try taking me on."
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Post by Takeshi on May 4, 2007 2:42:32 GMT -8
And of course,theirs always the guy to stand up for the blind guy.
To help the "helpless".But he wouldn`t lose his cool.
he turned.
"want to team up?"
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Post by valekin on May 6, 2007 14:53:41 GMT -8
(OOC: Shade of Black, don't skip my turn.)
"Bring it"
The blind man said.. as he picked up his hammer and saw.
"Kids these days. They're so desperate for reputation that they'll even take on a blind guy."
"Малыш? Вы намереваетесь я? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
(Kid? Do you mean me?)
Valekin smirked, and took two strides. Rasp, Clink. Rasp, Clink. Those metal plated boots should have been an inhibition. But he moved as if they weren't even phasing him. He bared his fangs, and cracked his knuckles. This new comer would satiate his blood lust much more than the handicapped kid. Oh Valekin would have fun with this.
"Now, if you really want a fight, try taking on me."
"Одно на одном? Я признаваю вашу возможность."
(One on one? I accept your challenge)
"Want to team up?"
"Я думаю ваш друг здесь не получает намек, котор вы бросаете вне."
(I think your friend here doesn't get the hint you are throwing out.)
Valekin brought his fists up in classic boxing position. And shifted his weight back and forth between his legs quickly. Creating an effect that balances his weight in the middle, and leaves the option of evading and riposting wide open. He was obviously a trained fighter.
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Post by Chrynos on May 7, 2007 2:43:04 GMT -8
Chrynos watched the man carefully. Clearly, he wasn't American. And the language he spoke confirmed that theory. Chrynos noticed his fangs and was slightly creeped out. That was an extra weapon as he was suddenly remembered watching a deceased friend of his, Dying, fighting with Hiroko, a friend he thought was deceased. Desperate, Dying had bit at Hiroko's shoulder, tearing part of the muscle off. Chrynos made a mental note not to get anywhere too near his mouth. And then, his eyes turned towards the blind kid as he asked whether or not they should team up. Thinking deep about it, he looked back at the vampiric fighter. This guy seemed dangerous, and felt like it too. And Chrynos was not too use if he could watch over the blind boy while taking care of himself at the same time.
Turning back towards him, he replied, his voice deep and calm. "Stay back. I want to fight him on my own."
And then, he turned back to his now-opponent, noticing that he had gotten into stance. Despite them not udnerstanding each other verbally, Chrynos could understand what it meant. He was ready to fight, and wanted to do so too, considering that he got into a stance first. Chrynos let out a small smirk, shifting his right foot back. A boxing stance? Well, Chrynos could do that too, but he'd have to start the fight in a different way. Pushing off with his right foot, he broke into a sprint, the graduate feeling the wind push at his face as he did. And then, about one and a half feet away from his opponent, he pressed his left foot down onto the ground in front of him, before throwing his clenched right fist forward, his body leaning forward to increase the range of his straight and fast jab, aiming at his stomach. His left fist was by his side, reading to send in another attack if this guy happened to grab his right fist. Of course, that would indeed hurt, considering it was an addition of his running momentum and his punching strength. A basic attack, but an effective one nonetheless.
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Post by Takeshi on May 7, 2007 21:07:25 GMT -8
"suit your self"
Takeshi found his way to the edge of the circle formed by the crowd and sat.
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Post by valekin on May 8, 2007 15:44:53 GMT -8
"Вы моим!"
You're mine
Valekin's opponent pulled a rookie move. And Valekin countered expertly and decisively. He double pivoted, which looked more like a twirl, to his left. Out of the range of the right punch, and completely out of the left punch's range. If his opponent could feel fear, now would be a good time to feel that primal instinct. It might just save him from Valekin. After all, the boy was like a ripe fruit waiting to be picked from the tree. All the maniac had to do was reach a little higher, and pick it off the tree... then eat it.
The twirl would end with a backhanded right hand strike against the back of his opponent's skull. The metal plating on the backside of the panzer-hand gauntlet's hand would do some serious damage. As would the momentum, and it's addition to the man's current momentum would break his movement. Quite possibly flooring him, and demoralizing him. Now I wouldn't blame the boy. Valekin was like the undead. Unable to be killed. Unable to be stopped. Unable to be destroyed.
For he was already Destroyed....
Luckily for the blind boy. Valekin had removed him from his mind. Thus he was no longer a target. Vale would get what he wants. Perhaps a meal, but most definitely a victory. Valekin was a soldier.
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Post by Chrynos on May 9, 2007 4:54:10 GMT -8
The moment his opponent had pivoted on the spot, dodging his attack, Chrynos was already sure that a counter attack was coming. Judging the way he acted, Chrynos doubted the idea that he would just jump away and give the graduate a chance. And the moment he saw his initial attack missing, Chrynos' left hand ceased to move for the moment as he watched for the counter attack, watching as his opponent twisted towards Chrynos' right. And then, he saw his hand disappear from Chrynos' sight and made a big guess. Backhand, or something in that area. Having his momentum stopped with a little pain on his left ankle, he twisted his upper body, bending his right arm and raising it slightly so that it was parrellel to his head and the tip of his fist was aligned to the top of his head while his left hand came ip and positioned itself under his elbow, the palm wide open.
And then, Valekin's attack came in contact, the purple-haired graduate feeling the impact of steel against his flesh. His eyes squinted as the pain entered his head, the metal probably grazing his skin. Reacting quickly and ignoring the slight numbness of his right forearm, he put his right hand down and grabbed his wrist while his left foot came around and positioned itself between himself and Valekin. From there, Chrynos would pull
at Valekin's arm, while throwing his left arm aside, elbowing Valekin's waist, or stomach, whichever direction he was facing.
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