Jeremiah Sykes
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Jan 20, 2011 10:01:37 GMT -8
OOC((All pillars must show up. Otherwise, open. If more people step up to take the title and there is no pillar, the last one standing gets the title.))SLAM. The door resounded through the parking lot as Jeremiah kicked it shut behind him. Winter break was a bitch. When you grow up without a family, you don't exactly look forward to major holidays. Its just another reason for work to kick you out for a week. Less money, less strip clubs. Least the broads there didn't take a day off. Probably because they had no family too. Whatever. A toothpick in his mouth, glasses on his face, irritation etched in his skin. The weeks approaching winter break had shown a rather peaceful atmosphere descending on the shithole that was 259. Leather jacket pulled over his Frame, Jeremiah's nerves etched deeper with every step he took. As he reached the halls, he stopped in the center of traffic and ground his teeth.  "Any piece of shit here actually got a pair? Seriously!" He removed the toothpick after muttering to himself. Looking around, he saw a rather sizeable male talking with his friends. His used his middle finger to flick the little piece of wood to the back of the fellas head. The guy jumped slightly before turning about and looking around, incredulous that someone had the gall to do such a thing. The man spotted Jeremy and stomped over. A grin. Perfect. He came angry. As the guy got close, he opened his mouth to speak. Jeremy's fist would replace words, knocking out four front teeth before the guys feet whipped out from under him. blood spraying the halls. As the guy hit the ground. Sykes would send his foot into his nose, snapping it and squirting another levie of blood on the floor. The guy went silent and still. Opening his arms wide, he yelled.  "Cmon! Gimme a Captain! A pillar! I'll strip him of his empty title and put the fight back in this school!" He'd wait, standing over the body of the fallen.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 20, 2011 10:09:27 GMT -8
A Place With No Stand Hurriedly, the car moved at illegally high speeds. Marina was at the helm, a stern look on his face. Green was sitting next to her, a large, black suitcase in his lap, held rather tightly. Green's face looked pale as he looked into the backseats which were arranged in a semi-circular fashion where "Unfettered" sat between Dora and Tai.
Green never recalled a time where Tai or Dora looked so... serious. Their hands were wrapped around themselves from the cold of the time. There was word that it might be raining sooner or later in the day. A final gust from the latent storms---but that remained to be seen. These two also had similarly large suitcases situated next to them.
All of them were dressed typically... except for "Unfettered."
..."...Hurry. Our priority iz ze 259 newsroom."
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Post by David B. on Jan 20, 2011 10:19:15 GMT -8
Glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. At the end of the hall, he sat. Bringing the smoke up to his mouth, he took a deep breath, measuring the giant male before glancing around.
Interesting.
He wondered if anyone else would step forward. 259 had been surprisingly calm compared to the last few years, but he welcomed it. People ignored him, he ignored people. Everyone got along fine.
Got boring though.
He sat back, a little smile coming to his lips.
A smoke. A drink. A little show. Today was starting off just great.
((Observing. Currently non-combative.))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2011 12:58:52 GMT -8
It wasn't that he wasn't happy to be back, simply put Jaus Valentine was a very morose sort of personality. Grim gesture of his facial features giving off a true sense of the lack of interest he showed in the school time mediocrity. It'd been quiet around here after all since the winter break took effect, since the trouble makers left. A shame truly because he was truly looking forward to a controlled mediation of power in the school. Even now he supposed that he was just that mediation. The immovable, unshatterable stone which he made himself out to be and while he'd been mocked and teased as being slow a time ago, now things had changed dramatically. Training of course was at fault for that, Jaus was by far the most productive sparring partner anyone could ask for.
"Cmon! Gimme a Captain! A pillar! I'll strip him of his empty title and put the fight back in this school!"
Jaus would look up with a bored expression from his locker, the metal bar hanging open to near its full extent forming a barrier between him and the self proclaimed giant. In all honesty though Jaus was unimpressed, just another fighter trying to make a name for themselves, trying to one up the rest by being the next badass. Senseless rage and the short sighted glance distracting him from being any greater than a bully with self-esteem troubles.
*Squeek*
The rusted metal would sound as it closed slowly shutting his locker proficiently. The man named Jaus ambled over slowly making short eye contact with the fellow merely scoffing to himself as he arched his neck back.
"Can't say I'm any of those, but chances are I'd be a much better match than some dickless pillar."
Jaus didn't have much respect for the hierarchy of this school, all they'd ever been were the same as he proclaimed this boy to be. Children looking to bold their reputation and neglect the students they should be protecting. |
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Jan 20, 2011 14:10:34 GMT -8
Jeremiah wasted little energy on words.
The male stepped forward, and after saying nothing more than "can't", Jeremiah would clamp a vice-like grip onto the dudes skull with both hands, pull him in, and begin throwing up knees to the ribcage. Jeremy wasn't like others who wanted to talk for twenty minutes before a fight. He was there for the fight. The battle. Blood. Struggle. Sweat. Victory. Defeat. He could care less whether the fellow was a pillar, a teacher, a parent or a police officer.
He wanted something, anything to happen.
If the three knees he cracked up went unanswered, he would step back, twist and throw the boy straight into a line of lockers. Bastards. If he had to beat the fuck out of every high schooler there, he would do so.
Popping his neck, he shrugged off his coat. If he knew anything about the fighters at this particular school, it was that they didn't like to stay down. He assumed this one would be no different.
OOC((Sorry its so short. At work.))
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 20, 2011 15:04:34 GMT -8
LOUDSPEAKER: *Hallo.*From that point, every television screen on the 259 campus was forcibly turned on. There, a recorded video began to play. Everything started in dark... and slowly, in a dark room, face covered with long white hair began speaking. The recorded man's face was completely hidden, even as the spotlight began to warm up around him---except for a small but serious smile.LOUDSPEAKER: *I am ze one known as "Unfettered." Some of you may know me. Some may not. Ze latter may be better for Ich need not ride on the fictitious wavez of "reputation" for what I come to you to address today.*Slowly, the tip of the nose broke through the strands of hair as "Unfettered's" recorded visage slowly became visible. Fine quality betrayed his infamous swastika eye patch and a blue, tired eye.LOUDSPEAKER: *For those who must inquire (and to nullify the last statement almost completely), I am former leader of the gang known as Militia and current leader of the fledgling, unrecognized gang "Remnants." Since my activity from the Correctional Facility "incident," I have been lurking in the shadows of 259, aggregating information, making observations... due to injuries to my chest and heart.*LOUDSPEAKER: *Ich cannot stand by doing nothing. Ich once again choose to take action.*LOUDSPEAKER: *Vether by incident or thorough research, the Government sought forth to establish "Corporal Punishment" and went a step further, establishing the so-called "Student Hiearchy." By recognition, you and I both realize that Public High School #259 alone is no simple, ordinary school. We are different from the common folk. We can punch through walls, pass the hardest tests with ease, take on martial artists from around the world, and some individuals can even call from within themselves something that we as a general populace have labeled to be as "Qi."*LOUDSPEAKER: *We have flourished under 259's harsh conditions. On that observation, we as 259ers crave the chaos of fighting, the testing of our mettle---modern day warriors born from the fires of combat. That is why I come to you today.*LOUDSPEAKER: *Our Student Captains, our Student Hierarchy, our Pillars... they have done nothing but perpetuate the current condition, ruling through bullying tactics, fear, attempts at complete pacification---no. I recognize our rights. For five glorious years, I have planned well to come to you now.*LOUDSPEAKER: *To justify what we need and fulfill what no Student Hiearchy of 259 has done before:** * * * * * * * * * * * * Dora stood, SMG slung over close to her neck as she looked at the students in the newsroom. She watched as their initial fear of threat gradually turned to fascination and interest at the television, the voice ringing out over the loudspeakers to amplify the effect further. "Heh. There wasn't any need for threat after all. Stupid, overcautious kid..."* * * * * * * * * * * * * Standing in the courtyard, throwing around a bunch of pamphlets and setting up stands was a particular man by the name of Tai---another close associate of "Unfettered." Waving his metal pipe around with his uncouth mouth it was strange but... there was crookedly (aesthetically) sincere smile and a glint in his eyes... "F***ING BRATS! COME THE F*** ON! GO TO THE F***ING MULTI-PURPOSE ROOM!"* * * * * * * * * * * * *  "Finally, something peaceful. Ish." "Nya.""We can only cross our fingers now, ehhhh~~~??"[/color] * * * * * * * * * * * * * The television screens suddenly shifted over to a recording of a simple document. LOUDSPEAKER: *Behold.*
OOC: For the above and following, there actually isn't a limit to the amount of people who can sign. Likewise, I won't be RPing the NPCs. I leave that to any who are interested to do so. This is not a complete list of the proposals/articles/etcetera, but something to begin---and not to take away from the flow of the thread. Will add more as the thread continues.
LOUDSPEAKER: *It's time to empower us for what we are. We are a justified people, united and connected by our differences.** * * * * * * * * * * * * A figure, cloaked in a large, black... blanket, walked on, nodding to a certain David Blaze, looking at the two combatants. Their names were amongst those he had looked at, but he had little else to recognize the people themselves. Hugging his cloaked arms about himself, covering what he wore, the German chuckled."...I never thought once in my life I would have a reason to forsake everything else, compromise my ideals, und to fight to become a Student Captain..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2011 15:37:55 GMT -8
Jaus was just quick enough to keep up, cutting off his small blurb he'd duck down and away from the closing grip aimed for his head. Luckily enough he didn't think enough of himself to get right up in his face and had chosen to speak from a short distance of about two to three feet as it so happened. Dicking away he'd merely motion away from the grip on his head by inches feeling the fingers writhe through hair before shirking a step back on his left foot while his right remained steadfast. The jerking knee motion upwards would be blocked as Jaus moved his left forearm to take the blow still feeling the reverberation from the blow but suffering little from its impact.
His foe would take a motion to throw him, seeing as no grip was maintained Jaus merely motioned a step back once more gathering his stance efficiently and raising a hand to his head clicking on the goggles bared over his eye. A power level of about 1750, honestly the measurement barely forced Jaus to bat an eye. His own power level at the moment barely doubled that, and that was holding back. A smirk in the corner of his mouth would garter some short time of preemptive gloating before hearing the Germanic voice over the background. At the moment though it didn't matter, only the smell of battle.
He'd start off taking a left step forward jerking with the motion a left jab towards the giant's face before following up with a right, then once more to the left continuing through with his body to drop his left kneecap right behind his foes kneecap to level him to the floor face first. |
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Post by David B. on Jan 21, 2011 9:51:42 GMT -8
"Hahaha"
David chuckled a little under his breath before taking a drink from his soda. He chucked up his chin quickly in a "whats up?" way to the figure wearing black.
This was getting more interesting by the minute. Was "Unfettered" actually claiming he was Captain?
Most interesting indeed.
OOC((Short- again, David's just a spectator. Skip him whenever you like.))
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Jan 24, 2011 12:30:48 GMT -8
One punch landed. Not even a flinch from the giant.
A backhand.
Jeremiah's hand, like a trashcan lid, would whip around, aiming to smack Jaus clean across the cheek before the boy could even throw the second blow. Jeremy was distracted now- the TV popping on and claiming/saying some very interesting things. He dropped the violence in his stance, looking up at the television without so much as a wink at the boy. When it was over, he frowned, and unless Jaus pressed the attack, Jeremiah would snort and stomp off- in the direction of the broadcasting room.
His foot, slamming up into the door, would tear the thing off its hinges, sending it crashing into the darkness. Without even a thought for a trap or a mis-step, he walked over the threshhold, looking for those who would dare to say and make such claims as those. A Captain? As if. Jeremy wasn't one for leadership, but he knew fighting. He could bring people on who used their smarts to run things. He stepped up to the plate for combat and combat only. Cracking his neck, he would put an end to the bastards who thought to bring the populace under their wing.
OOC((Short- apologies.))
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 26, 2011 18:28:30 GMT -8
OOC: In truth, I should thank you, Corey---I can put off some of my writing for later and refurbish them for later drafts (kinda hungry right now, but wanting to get this post up first). Regardless, I apologize for what comes next.The Space Of Distance "Hahaha" Looking quietly over at David Blaze, he smiled quietly, his eye devoid of its usual amusement. The German was more haggardly tired then he was accommodated to being. Abruptly, he unfurled the cloak around himself, revealing it to be his Hades Coat. "Unfettered" was equipped with his black goggles, his collection of "Gods" armor, a set of shin guards, and a beltbag. Underneath, to avoid chaffing, he wore a white t-shirt and a slightly loose pair of blue jeans for extra movement. While it was curious in itself as to how and why all this equipment empowered "Unfettered," it was the sheer fact of how incredulous it all looked that on any other given day would make him abstain from wearing his "battle gear." There was a listless emotion on the German's face as he looked back over to David with a "this is what's up" look. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked over at the giant's (Jeremiah's) sudden pause and change of heart in his commitment to the fight.
Carefully observing the body language and the direction in which the giant (Jeremiah) stormed off thirty seconds later, the German had already reached into his phone.
*Ring* *Ring**"Hallo."**"Whaddya want? The video is playing like you wanted." **"Zer is a fellow heading in your direction. If he does, he'll be zer in two and a half minutes. Open the window. If a giant man steps in, shoot him in the leg and flee. The seed has been plan---"**"Don't need to hear your f***ing 'splanation. Got it."**CLICK** * * * * * * * * * * * * Two and a fifteen seconds later the door to the 259 newsroom busted itself open---
LOUDSPEAKER: *It is time to challenge Sacramento---*
The window was open. A dark figure---
*BUDDABUDDA*
Two shots fired off at the man's general direction before he could begin to even assess the situation. Taking advantage of this---
*BUDDABUDDABUDDA*
Three more shots were fired at the VCR, instantly ending the transmission throughout the school, giving way to the snowy static of a television devoid of content. Dora had already jumped out of the window seven seconds later (in the time it took to fire off the five shots) and was running through the school, making a beeline for the parking lot.
So far as anyone knew, if Jeremiah was hit, he might as well have been the hero trying to stop the "censorship." If Jeremiah wasn't hit... maybe he was the censoring warmonger? The people in the newsroom were hard-pressed to figure out what had happened, still only ten seconds after the door had been busted open, broken off its hinges.* * * * * * * * * * * * * Four minutes since the call. "Unfettered" looked on at the remaining combatant (Jaus). Shrugging slightly, the German walked away from David and towards Jaus with a rather morose look on his face."...So, vat makes you fight?"OOC NOTES:
Base Statistics + Items
Strength: 50/60 + 17 = 67
Dexterity: 35/60 + 22 = 57
Constitution: 60/60 + 37 = 97
Intelligence: 60/60 + 13 = 73
Wisdom: 60/60 + 17 = 77
Charisma: 60/60 + 18 = 78
Undistributed: 12
Unspent Charisma: 5
Following Items Equipped:
Hat/Bandana: N/A
Earrings: N/A
Glasses: "Reno's Black Goggles": (+10 Dexterity, +5 Wisdom)
Shirt: Poseidon’s Chest Plate: (+4 Constitution, Nullifies First Two Hits Of The Opponent)
Jacket: Hades Coat: (+6 Strength, +6 Constitution)
Necklace: Phoenix Lion Medallion: (+5 Strength, +3 Dexterity, +4 Constitution, +6 Wisdom)
Wrist: Neon Beaded Bracelet: (+1 Charisma)
Gloves: Ares War Gloves: (+4 Strength, +4 Constitution.)
Ring: "Authority": (+5 Constitution, +3 Intelligence, +7 Charisma)
Soul Ring: (+7 Wisdom, +3 Charisma)
Pants C.F. Enforcer Badge: (+2 Constitution, +2 Intelligence, +2 Charisma, +2 All Statistics) [Share-Slot Item]
Shin: Light-Step Shin Guards: (Dexterity +3, Intelligence +2)
Shoes: Artemis’ Hunting Shoes: (+4 Dexterity, +4 Intelligence)
Belt: "Adventure Beltbag": (+10 Constitution,Grants +2 Miscellaneous Equipment Slots)
Miscellaneous: Cupid's Arrow Badge: (+3 Charisma)
"Vampacandy": (+5 Constitution, Consumable)
"Vampacandy": (+5 Constitution, Consumable)
Teal Canister: (+25% Pain Resistance, Consumable)
Ploys
Intelligence: 73 = 7 Ploys
Ploy 1: Dora's Order To Shoot/Frame Jeremiah.
Ploy 2: ?
Ploy 3: ?
Ploy 4: ?
Ploy 5: ?
Ploy 6: ?
Ploy 7: ?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2011 19:06:24 GMT -8
Jaus would quickly redirect his blow as he saw the motion of the trashcan in the big man's free hand. Retracting from his original punch and trying to get his arm back he'd catch the bin on his funny bone starting it into a humorous little buzz. With his right hand he'd hold the elbow momentarily gripping it to allleviate the sharp sort of pain that resonated from it. As the announcement came on it'd seem like the big guy's attention was distracted and thats when.
*Bam*
A clobbering punch would be directed square into the guy's chin. However now as the guy decided to retreat Jaus wouldn't pursue but merely allow the guy to stomp off like a spoiled little child. All the while muttering under his breath, "Pussy..
Jaus would remain standing with his hands balled up into taut grips pooling around looking for the next target, as far as he was concerned Jeremiah had backed out. That meant he was willing to fight again, to whatever end. Thats when he saw a figure opposite of him clear the way with a stern glare of sorts.
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Jan 27, 2011 13:35:01 GMT -8
Jeremiah, as he turned, would stick out his hand, grabbing a random student and tossing him aside. Jaus would obviously press the attack, and Jeremiah being as cocky as he was, didn't bother even attempting a reaction. The blow would coarse his cheek, causing him to take a massive step back before he started backing up with a grin.
"Cya small fry. Bigger fish need tending to- but don't worry, We'll see each other again."
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Jeremiah's boot connected with the door, the thing flying off its hinges and into the darkness. The noise that followed was curious- generally the shots from a A-class caliber silencer, or a low grade weapon. The pain that followed told him he was right. Strangely, however, he wouldn't buckle. He gritted his teeth and stomped forward, not even looking down at the holes that would probably be there- or perhaps even shringes. He didn't give a fuck- He was gonna rip her head off and use it to go bowling with. The time it took her to fire at the VCR (Which, in his opinion, was stupid when you had a rampaging bull after you- though he, again, didn't think it terms of evidence.) would be more than enough for him to close in.
She jumped, and behind he would follow bull-neckedly. He would slam into the ground, cracks erupting around his feet. Chase would be given, and Jeremiah, running with a wound, would shrug off and set aside the pain in his leg.
To be repaid.
OOC((Note: Qi Active. Pain ignored.))
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Post by David B. on Jan 27, 2011 13:40:58 GMT -8
"Good question."
David, after seeing the white haired german strip to his war gear, stood and stepped up behind him, about five feet back. His stance relaxed, almost poised and cultured. Something unlike David, yet eerily comforting. They had someone in control. Or who they thought was in control. The situation, to the populace and the teachers, was far too out of hand. David cracked his neck.
"A good question for you, mate." He flicked a hand casually. "Why do YOU fight? For what purpose? Everyone else seems so particular...so...ready for you to come out of the wetworks and revitalize the broken." He sighed. "I'm tired, and I'm graduating in a few weeks- but i myself would love to know what runs the mind of Unfettered." He looked passed the german, to Jaus. "And if you decide to be an animal rather than civil, I'll break your back."
And with that, his eyes would return to Winters, waiting on a response.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 28, 2011 4:08:15 GMT -8
OOC: Clarifications and justifications to follow. Vague details have been taken advantage of---especially since the chase seems to be of lesser priority in this thread."Survey Says..." "You next?"A grin."Maybe.~"---"Good question." "Unfettered's" eye swiveled towards the right, as if to look at the person speaking behind him. His stance still relatively neutral, he took a back step to make the conversation more... triangular. Leaning his upper back back, the German decidedly hung his gauntlet-covered hands on the sides of his pockets by the thumbs for a more casual approach."A good question for you, mate." Appropriately timed brow raise."Why do YOU fight? For what purpose? Everyone else seems so particular...so...ready for you to come out of the wetworks and revitalize the broken." "I'm tired, and I'm graduating in a few weeks- but i myself would love to know what runs the mind of Unfettered." "And if you decide to be an animal rather than civil, I'll break your back." ---"Kek."The smile had returned full force to the German's face as he looked between his two... "compatriots." Genuine amusement taking hold of his appearance."No need for that. This young man asked me a fairly legitimate question.~"...All the while, mulling over Mr. Blaze's bits and pieces of information. It was as though another weight had been added to his load. Yet another graduate. But that wasn't the focus... The focus was---"It iz simple. Ich fight when others forget vat it means to fight. Ich lead when people forget ze duties of their positions. I choose when others forget there vas a choice. But the real answer-all is even simpler:"
"Two."
"Five."
"Nine." Suddenly, "Unfettered" reached into his pockets, whipping out--- [b][u]Name[/u]:[/b]
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * Days later and speculation would still be going on. A-class caliber silencer or a low grade weapon... no, it was pretty damn loud. Either that or the weapon in question had a shitty silencer. But those in the room could agree that the weapon itself had a bit of age on it to make that sound.
Regardless of the situation, the girl had barely even taken a second to make her escape. Utilizing the Heckler & Koch MP5 with a rate of 700 rounds a minute and having only fired 5 rounds, the actual firing literally took up +0.4285~ seconds, much to Dora's training and advantage.
Upon closer inspection, it would be revealed that the two shots had landed on Jeremiah's left thigh. The shots, though small, were fast enough to penetrate, but not powerful enough to completely pass through Jeremiah's thigh.
With a gun.
Into a public high school---
*WHACK*
While the distance between the two remained unclear, a certain figure with spikey hair, camo fatigues and a steel pipe had landed a clear shot to the girl's head. Smiling insidiously to himself at his success, the man would proceed to scoop up the girl in his arms and sling her over his shoulders stomping on the gun's firing chamber."Well, that's a f***ing end to that. Police time for the lil' lady..."...And the man who was handing out fliers would begin to walk off, a cellphone opened up in his hand as the people who had scattered were slowly gathering up again.
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Suspiciously, provided the pursuer hadn't left him alone yet, the man would begin to walk a bit faster...* * * * * * * * * * * * * "WHAT THE F*** HAPPENED TO THE TVS!?""---Remember what he said. We hand out the rest and pull out.""Green" looked at Marina's rather obvious facade. He himself was personally angry to see their well-planned television show end in less then eight minutes since the mission's start time. Marina however had cooly resumed handing out papers, surveys, and other pamphlets to students still interested.
Begrudingly, the young man proceeded to dismantle the electronics he had worked so painstakingly timed to set up.* * * * * * * * * * * * * From the Germans face pockets and gently weighed in his hands were two surveys and some pieces of paper. There was a nearly psychotic look on "Unfettered's" face."When mailing your state-representative fails to bring about change... signiatures can. Sacremento is ze goal for my intents und purposes."Larger smile as he looked at the two of them.
..."Vanna take a survey?"Kekeke...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2011 19:53:00 GMT -8
"Cya small fry. Bigger fish need tending to- but don't worry, We'll see each other again."
Taking the hit and running away, it'd figure that man was nothing but a towering coward. Jaus' knuckles would clinche together forcefully expanding his biceps massively and bulging most muscles on his body only to be released in a long breath.
"Maybe.~"
"Good question."
Another stepping forward. The question wasn't designated for him but he wouldn't discriminate, if anything Jaus loved being outnumbered and outgunned. He'd grin thinking that if he was to fight and another ran away he'd be even more pissed. He hadn't even lost his breath yet there was no honor in this fight just yet.
The small hypocritic talk between the presumptuous new comer and the foe he hadn't seen. Though the first, Mr. Interuption yes he'd seen Mr. Blaze around school always the hypocrite acting the poised sort and than brutally ravaging the helpless. To speak the tripe he did was offensive to Jaus Valentine.
"No need for that. This young man asked me a fairly legitimate question.~"
He waited, waited on something he figured would be another cocky remark or even self-gloating or gratifying. Because it wasn't as though anyone here in this school was just.
"It iz simple. Ich fight when others forget vat it means to fight. Ich lead when people forget ze duties of their positions. I choose when others forget there vas a choice. But the real answer-all is even simpler:"
"Two."
"Five."
"Nine."
Then the man did something that set him on edge, hands gripped tightly ready for combat expecting the man to draw a blade on them even a gun. Heels poised ready to sprint seeing as the most obvious target would be Mr. Blaze that'd buy him time to bolt and disarm the foe. *Fwoosh*
The metal weapon in his mind immediately shifted into a harmless piece of paper, though perhaps not harmless if paper cuts were deadly.
"When mailing your state-representative fails to bring about change... signiatures can. Sacremento is ze goal for my intents und purposes."
A pause and an uncertain look from Jaus as his jaw hung askew for a moment taking the instant in.
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