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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 13, 2011 3:35:45 GMT -8
OOC: So we begin. This should be short, simple, and hopefully amusing. My apologies beforehand if a bit slow.
Other people can join in, but this is mostly meant to be a short thread in acknowledgment of my posting speed. Primarily to serve as an encounter between "Unfettered" and Roth O'Roak."Yeah, YOU." Gary Toffen was an average 259er. He had great grades, above-average natural athleticism, was a remarkably good-looking fellow from an upper-middle class family and had interesting dramatics with the model-esque females that fawned over him. Spiked out blond hair, a buff upper body, infamous for his usage of the "Racer" Qi, he had an arsenal of moves about him.
Today, he wore blue jeans, some red-black-white converse, and a black wifebeater with a black trenchcoat on top to keep out the cold. He wore an amused smile for today's strategy. He had every intent to break down his little rival, Mr. Noland J.---
*SLAM*"HEY PUNK, GOT SOME TIME?" Caught walking in the hallway, the Gary looked with a hint of surprise in his face at a towering fellow. Long, white hair tied up into a pony-tail with a peculiar shine to it (Oil?), a piercing blue eye that dug at him for his attention. a black eye-patch over where the left eye should be staring back down at the Caucasian with a... red swastika centered in it. Barking spit at him, the German leaned over Gary with an incredible aggressive aura about him, teeth bared largely and smiling wildly.
Blue jeans and black sneakers went unnoticed as Gary looked to his left and right for an opening to escape and minimize confrontation with this fellow, his back forced back against the lockers. "Unfettered's" long left arm blocked Gary's obvious path of escape to the right and was bent at the elbow enough to allow for maneuverability on the German's end. His left side seemed open enough, but the German's right hand was pocketed, fiddling with something. A potentially worse threat should he attempt to escape. Mounting up the best sneer he could, Gary unpocketed his arms as he attempted to hold himself at the waist."The fuck's your problem---""DO YOU."
"HAVE TIME."
"TO SPARE."
"PUNK." Pressure.
Incredible amounts of pressure stopped and effectively stunned Gary to a standstill. Bad timing. Gary was alone... except for one other fellow who had just entered into the hallway in time to see the whole thing proceed.
OOC: If you don't like how I'm playing this up, I can make the ending more open-ended so you can have Roth approach this however you like. Also, if you're wondering... Mr. Gary Toffen is an NPC with 5 in every statistic.
This would be our first thread together. Well met, sir! =D?
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Roth O'Roak
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Arrogant Warrior Blacksmoke[M:1067]
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Feb 13, 2011 8:27:38 GMT -8
(ooc: Naw, it's all good =D. Well met indeed =D) Fighting was a hard habit to kick. Roth had fought ever since he was still back home in Boston. Growing up in Southie you either fought, or died. Then it was to Mugen Hall in Philadelphia. Fight or die, except there Roth had been beaten over and over again by kids from across the nation with some sort of super natural powers...or some bullshit. In fact Roth had found his own little power. Stoneform. Roth lived to take damage and that power amplified his ability to take damage. In Mugen Hall there was an enforcer, R'osa Cl'Schoog (sp?), a Russian bitch who threw him off the roof of Mugen Hall. He awoke in the school's hospital feeling..different. That was the last time he used Stoneform. Then he moved down to a little place called the Chula Vista Collective. It was here that Roth fully developed into the man you see today. Hard, fun, happy, and tough. He fully changed from the former depressive self in Philadelphia. But of course that would change. He started fighting for a living, everyday at school, and eventually met his rival J.T.. T.T. was Doomsday, and Roth was Superman. They were equally matched, never able to beat one another. It was during a large civil unrest in Chula Vista that Roth entered another long depressive, almost insane state of mind. Roth escaped the school and awoke what turned out to be a year later at a place called PHS: 259. Here he found out those depressive states were caused by the Superbus Drug that kept him alive each time he should've been killed. That was nice except for the fact it decayed your heart. If Roth went the rest of his life as a pacifist he would die in 5 years. If the drug was activated in a state of near death once again he would have 1 year, give or take a few months. Which brings us back to the original comment. Fighting was a hard habit to kick. Roth was given a choice. Defy his boss whom gave Roth the heart killing drug and have no chance of getting a new heart when the time came, or follow his every order against his own moral code and be guaranteed a shot at life. To be a Traitor and live, or to be a Vindicator and die? For now Roth would choose both. As himself Roth would carry out Esau's orders. But disguised in all heavy black clothing, fake torso tattoos, and a sleek black motorcycle helmet, Roth would carry out his own mission to find Esau and take him down. Even if he died at least nobody else would have to go through this on their own. Lately he had heard stories and saw a broadcast of a man with long silver hair and an eye patch. This man with the German...or some sort of accent wanted to change something in the school. Give more power to the students during their transition from child to adult. Good idea, but their was always a hidden motive in ideas like this. Today Roth was himself. If he really wanted answers he would do so as himself. Although at the same time he knew somewhere, somehow, Esau was watching him. If he was going to pull this off he had to be calm, cool, and suave. Roth made his way to the scene of the silver haired nazi and some 'punk'. That punk was Gary Toffen, Roth knew him well enough...well not directly. It was Esau's order to Roth. Esau had given him a list. With this list came a series of files. Files on the most important and powerful people of 259. People who could later on pose a threat to the chemical drug business. Esau had a large stake in this business and so did his partner. Some man named Barker. Without a word Roth walked up the the two men having a 'discussion'. He had business with both these men. Roth would approach Gary with a tap on his shoulder. The moment after Mr. Toffen would turn around Roth would give him a nice bitch slap with his right hand. Followed by a hard left knee to the gut. Lastly Roth would grab the student and place him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. From there Roth would launch the student into the air only to have his face collide With Roth's knee in a GTSDepending on where that move hit the poor Gary Toffen he could have a broken nose, or a massive concussion. All that mattered to Roth was that it was another name crossed off Esau's list. Now, back to the matter at hand. "Sorry man, I don't think he can fit you in his schedule right now. Luckily for you, I've got all the time in the world."(ooc: a little longer than I thought. Didn't mean to end up writing an autobiography, but it's a nice little recap =D) |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 13, 2011 14:38:38 GMT -8
OOC: XD Don't dare apologize for "autobiographies" much less long posts. It provides you with the catalyst and the meat to go on with character growth! And... I'm starting to see how the poetry influences your character or vice versa. I like what I see.Fast Transitions Still having pressured Mr. Gary against the locker, left arm still barring the poor fellow's way to the right, "Unfettered's" right hand still concealed in his right pocket, he heard the abrupt sound and gasping of the movement of air to his right. Nothing loud---but it was enough for the German to pivot on his left foot so that his entire body was facing to the right---at the fellow with more aggressive intent against Gary then he himself did.
A tap to the shoulder, prompted Gary to look around suddenly---a savior? Granted, with the German's body shifted totally to his left, Gary now had a chance to make a break for it.
Two point seven seconds. Gary turned around. A heavy-handed slap would floor him, knocking out one of his front teeth. As Toffen fell forward, he would be caught by the newcomer's hands, his gut slammed with a sideway's knee. At this point, "Unfettered" had to take a full three steps back, staring as he was still caught off guard as Gary was swung about like a ragdoll, slung over and thrown into the air, before the newcomer decided to end it---with a nearly unconscious Gary nose-diving limply into the newcomer's knee.
In the case of Gary Toffen, as he crumpled to the ground in a spectacle of flailing limbs, he laid on the ground with droplets of his own blood sprinkled about him, the crimson pool growing from his face. Taking a two stifled breaths as his face careened sideways he took a gasp of breath, shuddered violently and then went silently still. Broken nose. Concussion. By normal standards, he would have died. But no... he was a 259er. Three months later, once the mental trauma was worked through or no, he'd be back on his feet.
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... "Sorry man, I don't think he can fit you in his schedule right now. Luckily for you, I've got all the time in the world.""I vasn't done vith him," the German smiled incredulously. Well, more rather, there was a flicker of red that moved in and out of his right eye's pupil. Stifling a laugh, the German kept his right hand tucked into his pocket as he leaned with his left hand against the lockers. The casualness with which Gary Toffman was dismissed proved as a sad testament to the victim's status at 259. Drawing himself up into a casual walk, "Unfettered's" foot traveling over Gary's body as he closed the distance between himself and the newcomer, closing the distance to a good two and a half feet."I suppose I should consider myself luck to have such a voluntary replacement."...
Cue a suspiciously wide grin."...You did say you had all ze in ze vorld, ja?~"The German's right elbow creased as he got whatever in his right pocket ready, his left hand also suspiciously drawing into his left-hand pocket.
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Roth O'Roak
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Arrogant Warrior Blacksmoke[M:1067]
A knight without armor in a savage land[A1i:3]
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Feb 13, 2011 15:43:33 GMT -8
Roth wiped some of Mr. Toffen's blood off his cheek. That last move seemed to have done it's job a little too well. But it was a name crossed off the list. An easy name. Some of the other names on the list made him happy, other made him want to tear out his heart. This German's name, Unflustered, unfinished...un-something, whatever the broadcast said. His name wasn't on the list. Roth didn't know what that meant. If he was too weak to make the cut. If he wasn't important, or he was too important.
"Ja!"
The one eyed German was
closing the gap between them even taking the time to step on and off of the bloody Gary Toffen. But that wasn't enough. With a mocking accent Roth replied to his question and closed the gap even further with about a one foot distance in between them. Probably not a good idea seeing how the German was reaching for something in his pocket. Roth was too arrogant, and to oblivious to even notice his hand gestures. Intuition are foresight were not Roth's strong suits.
"I saw you're little broadcast a few days ago. Well, most of it. Nature called halfway through."
Roth had the school's fish tacos that day. Something he would NEVER do again.
"Why don't refresh my memory?"
Roth's tone was very calm and joking. Not angry or even hostile. There was a large part of Roth's brain that was very curious as to what this man had to offer. The other part of his mind was wondering how he lost that Nazi eye. Oh, and his stomach was hungry. Maybe burgers after this was done.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 15, 2011 14:26:21 GMT -8
CUMMING COMING EVIL SURVEY
"Ja!"Bold.
The fellow before "Unfettered" closed the gap by a foot more, taking no heed to the suspicious movements of the German's hands that he was quite blatantly telepathing to him (or whatever the term was, "Unfettered" was rusty on his boxing). The German could appreciate where the fellow was coming from in his mannerisms. It just made him smile wider for a moment."I saw you're little broadcast a few days ago. Well, most of it. Nature called halfway through.""Oh-ho? Really? Ich am flattered, regardless," unwavering, the German stepped a foot even closer---"Why don't refresh my memory?"---leaving only half a foot of distance. Kissing range."Vell, I vould, but..."
"Things vould turn pretty gay.~" ..."KEKEKEKEKEKEKE---" Whipping it, the German almost slapped the man in the face with it.
The survey, that is.
With a pen. "Unfettered" liked to think himself very accommodating."Mein name ist 'Unfettered.' Vould you like to take a survey?"Grinning lucidly in a calm manner in spite of the almost homosexual lover's embrace he had engaged the fellow in. Well, not really...
Offering it more politely, the German leaned against the lockers, with the handle of the pen and the front of the survey paper faced towards the fellow with a clipboard to support it. He had a quota to make. "Unfettered" just smiled the smile of amusement.~
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Gary moaned.
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Roth O'Roak
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Feb 17, 2011 11:45:20 GMT -8
lolwhut? Given the immense overtone in the room Roth just starred at the pen and paper now flaunted in front of him. There had been a fight, blood everywhere, and a silver haired one-eyed freak with an accent and it ends in a survey? Weird, but Roth preferred it more than a variety of other things Unfettered could have whipped out from his pants.
"Ja, Vhy not?"
Now Roth was just being a douche bag for the hell of it. But he would fill out the survey anyways. A piece of paper never hurt anybody. Roth would take the pen and piece of paper from Unfettered and get to work. Then he realized he had nothing to write on. The Arrogant Warrior then forced Gary onto his feet, slammed him into a locker, and proceeded to use his back as a writing surface.
Roth finished up his little survey and turned back around to his new acquaintance Unfettered. He would hand off the paper, but try to keep the pen without notice. It was a nice pen, looked good, wrote nice and smooth. Right up the alley of a crooked teacher with a spare Jackson.
"So, whats the for anyhow?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 23, 2011 17:06:27 GMT -8
"But... I Had A Clipboard..." "Ja, Vhy not?"<.x
Watching as the man before proceeded to take the pen and paper... and impale Gary into a locker to use as a table base to write on. Meanwhile, the German looked down at the clipboard in his right hand, shrugged to himself and threw it to the side on the floor, more amused then he would admit at the proceedings.
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On an unrelated note, the German was happy to have someone actually fill out the damn thing without further hassle. Extending his hand out to receive the survey back, the German looked down for a look over for a name---Roth O'Roak.
Irish. Irish?
...Memory immediately drew his thoughts to the only other prominently Irishmen he knew, who was probably a "wee bit" bloodier then Mr. O'Roak. Namely, "Dots," but then again, his pastimes were... not well looked upon in society's terms in any way shape or form.
"Unfettered's" smile would broaden devilishly as he noticed his pen wasn't returned..."So, whats the for anyhow?" "Oh," the German perking his eye towards Mr. O'Roak in a subtle calm, "Challenging the government via mass petition, trying to replace ze Student Hierarchy Pillar system with a more party/faction-based system... you know. Ze usual."Smile.
Carefully tucking the survey away into a pocket, the German extended his hand out."Und before I forget, a pleasure to meet you, Mr. O'Roak."'Kekekeke...' |
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Roth O'Roak
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Feb 23, 2011 17:28:27 GMT -8
Challenging the Government through mass petition. A few years ago Roth wouldn't understand what this man was talking about. But now, given all that had happened to Roth in recent events he understood it all. And for once he agreed with what the silver haired German had said. Students needed their breathing room to develop especially when they had powers like he had seen here.
Then he watched as the man outstretched his hand for a shake. Roth looked down at it, and then into his eyes...er, eye. In a moment he realized two important things. Number one: he had signed something very important. Something that was larger than himself. He felt small. The second thing he remembered was that it had been over a year since his little sister had died and he never visited her grave.
"Same to you Unfettered. I wish you the best of luck. Now if you'll excuse me I have something important I have to do."
Roth would shake the man's hand and look him in the eye in a serious, but calm manner. He meant what he said. For too long he knew people who suffered from the lack of structure in the education system. The pillar system was in shambles. The last 'School Captain' was someone who came and went in an instant. It was time for the students to do it themselves.
But for now there were bigger matters to attend to. Roth had to leave 259 for a little while. He had to see his sister. His sister who died from the Pillar system failing to do it's job. Roth would finish shaking Unfettered's hand and leave the school grounds with his phone in hand.
"Hey Marcus. Book us two tickets to Boston."
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