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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 14, 2011 13:39:54 GMT -8
Valentine's Day EventSaint Valentine's Day, commonly shortened to Valentine's Day, is an annual commemoration held on February 14 celebrating love and affection between intimate companions. The day is named after one or more early Christian martyrs, Saint Valentine, and was established by Pope Gelasius I in 496 AD. It was deleted from the Roman calendar of saints in 1969 by Pope Paul VI, but its religious observance is still permitted. It is traditionally a day on which lovers express their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards (known as "valentines"). The day first became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished.
Modern Valentine's Day symbols include the heart-shaped outline, doves, and the figure of the winged Cupid. Since the 19th century, handwritten valentines have given way to mass-produced greeting cards.* * *Today being the day famously known for Love, Couples and romanticism Public High School #259 is hosting a school wide event. The details I leave up to you as creative individuals but it will span the entire school day and beyond if you so choose to however there are certain requirements and rules to this thread. * * *You may start NOW, event ends March 1st. |
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Feb 14, 2011 15:43:50 GMT -8
Love is in the air. Well, maybe for everyone else. Right now Roth's mind wasn't focuses on this pink filled holiday. No, his mind was focused on one thing and one thing only, survival. If he was going to survive he had to get stronger, much stronger. Not only that but he had appearances to keep up. AS Roth he needed to assure Esau that he was doing his job working on Esau's list. A list of people that needed to be taken out for future events.
Roth knew for a fact he was NOT the strongest fighter here. But he had to be at least in the top 20 by this point. Today Roth would try using tactics for a change. I know right? Roth + tactics? Crazy talk. But over the years he had gotten smarter. His plan was simple enough.
Step 1: Make Valentines. Yes, you read correctly. Step 2: Deliver Valentines. No homo. Step 3: Profit. Not monetary profit, but in the end Roth would gain something out of all of this. Fake a Valentines Day event and gather the strongest people he could in one area. Using said fake event have all the people in the area begin to fight. After the majority of the fight was over take down whoever else he could. Easy pickings.
In the computer lab Roth started creating the Valentines cards in the very early morning. In essence it was a bright red heart with a white lace around it that was stained with red insinuating blood. The hear had a title on it and was able to open up with a set of directions.
Title: My Bloody Valentine
Inside:
Dear Student,
Congratulations. You have been selected to participate in a very special Valentines Day event. If interested please report to the Gymnasium at 12:00pm. Doors close at 12:15 so get there quick. The 'Winner' of this event will receive a Valentines Day date with the lovely Candy McIntyre, high class dancer at the local Jungle Cat night club. Event is invitation only.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
It was obvious this would not work on quite a few people, but there was a nice handful that would rush at the chance to have a shot with a local stripper. And not your Tuesday Night C-Section stripper. Nice young Friday Night girl.
Roth finished up the Valentine and began sending them out. He put them on desks, in lockers, places he knew the people on the list would show up. Before the bell even rang all the invitations would be sent out. For those lucky few who would make it into the event at 12:00pm sharp they would find themselves in the gymnasium. Marcus would be hiding atop a large section of condensed bleachers. He would wait until the gym was plenty crowded before starting the event.
(ooc: Any one who posts will receive an invitation. Feel free to come to the mini event, ignore it completely or not even notice the card, but I do hope you consider joining this little event. It'll be fun...hopefully =D.)
(ooc: Note: Word count = 484 words. 1st post. not counting ooc comments.)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2011 16:15:50 GMT -8
Bitches Loved Valentines Day
Jaus however did not, you see his birthday just so happened to be valentines day, his last name coincidentally happened to be valentine. You could see the conundrum forming. It was a day that he was generally passed up, though under any other circumstance he should consider this great of holidays to be a blast. Multiple events at once.
Walking about the halls of 259, Jaus came along his locker, the thing showing the livelihood of a pulsing heart today as it bent at the seams. The young man would pause at the lock playing with it slightly before curiosity took assorted control and his hands played the lock.
*Click....FWOOOOSHHHH!!!*
"AHHHHHHH!"
Instantaneously it seemed Jaus would be covered from to the hips (if he remained standing) by the wave of superfluous candy grams, letters, and scented gifts. Jaus unluckily enough was plastered to the floor by them, drenched by their wafting design and pinned. The final letter slapping him in the face. He'd take a quick look a round before peeling back the edges and taking into consideration its contents.
Secret admirer? It was a strange concept to Jaus who had merely done anything but to run away from women whenever the opportunity arose personally feeling drawn away from whatever aggressive advances they made unto him. As for the ones he considered indulging in, simply put he became a blathering fool.
Rereading the scrawled note he acknowledged something amiss there, and while the letter itself seemed legit its purpose seemed veiled and confusing for a personal secret admirer. It was a mass letter of course, establishment of an event deemed that it was of course a means to span the school over and not personalized. Slightly grimacing at the revelation he tossed it over his shoulder into the pile before cleaning himself and the notes up.
It'd be but an hour or so before he managed to get everything together and into the locker in organized sheets before once again the open letter slapped him once more. Reminded solely of the pretext that it'd suggested Jaus looked it over further and decided upon showing, his pace slowed because of the lackluster ambition to join in but curiosity boldened. He'd arrive but a few minutes late striving to be as such picking the nearest corner to pose as the stereotypical "cool kids" who leans on a wall crossing their arms all angsty and shit.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Feb 14, 2011 17:09:07 GMT -8
"..." Kazuya stared, and stared, and stared some more. After arriving at school this morning, he had opened his locker, only to find himself showered in a flurry of pink and red letters, gifts, and candy grams, a rather modest sized pile that went up to his knees. It was Valentine's Day, and you know what that means, lots of chocolates for the cutest boys in the school! Although it could be plainly seen that he was not quite as popular as some of the other guys in the school seeing as quite a few locker doors were bursting at the seems, the joints creaking from the strain, he was still popular nonetheless. However, none of those caught his attention, no, it was the note that was still inside his locker that perked his interest. Stepping out of the pile of papers littering the floor, Kazuya picked up the note and peeled it open, as he stared down at the contents.
"..." Secret admirer? Although this was not something new to Kazuya, having had his fair share of admirers from the various high schools he had transferred from, he never cared for it, if it was one thing he didn't care about, it was being popular. Continuing to stare at the note, Kazuya pulled out his cell and checked the time. 11:55 pm. "..." Slamming his locker shut, Kazuya hefted his blade up and headed to the gymnasium, having spent about 10 minutes or so organizing all the various Valentine's Day items he had received and storing them neatly in his locker, even if he didn't care about the stupid day, he wasn't going to just leave the gifts there like yesterday's garbage. Strapping his blade to his back, he was slightly curious as to what this was all about, but all the same, he wasn't going to rush into it blindly.
Event or not, if all the fighting he had fought and all the events he had gone through taught him anything, it was unwise to rush into anything blindly. Reaching the gym, he walked in, already wearing his special eyepiece, as he powered it up, taking in his surroundings, ignoring the stares he got from the other students, having long since given up caring. Though it was more than likely that they were staring not because of his specialized eyepiece or that he was clothed in a traditional Japanese umanori hakama and kimono with an indigo haori, but because of the blade on his back. A stoic look in his eyes, he sat at the very top of the bleachers, lightly folding his arms across his chest, as he patiently waited. Angsty and emo, he was not.
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Post by Jayr Byrne on Feb 14, 2011 17:12:22 GMT -8
Love was never meant to be so simple.
*Ring*
The clanging patterns reverberated inside her head for but a moment before the realization that they were coming from her alarm clock. Morning once more though today was different, it was one of the best holidays for a girl yes it was, nothing but chocolate and flowers for her. At least that’s what she was hoping to get out of a day like this. Rolling out of bed with a giddy smile Jayr Byrne would pace before the mirror placing her hands over her eyes and giving them a soft rub to wake up to this bright new morning. She normally spent more time in front of a mirror though she hoped that didn’t make her jaded, but today was supposed to be about more than simply physical appeal. She considered today to be the inspiration of such things as true love to the deepest extents, which of course meant inside and out.
The very same giddy smile would carry her into the shower, a quick one nothing too fancy, okay perhaps a bit more than quick at least by normal people’s standards. Upon exiting the shower she’d coat her hair in a braided towel impartially spacing out as to what she wanted to wear, of course she wanted to wear a dress, it seemed only fitting to her but she also wanted to be prepared to fight should things break out poorly. No one and she meant no one was going to be ruining her Valentine’s Day. Fuddling through her closet she’d panic as to what she wanted to wear, everything seemed too wrong for the situation if anything she wanted it to be functional and flawless. Stuck between the thought of a flowing red dress and a suit-dress with garter belt she figured a mesh up. A wild eyed grin spread from cheek to cheek as she remerged from her walk in closet a new figurine. Head-to-toe she wore her favored red dress, along the waist laden her black Gouche belt strapped to its end her katana-like blade. She’d grin mischievously before playing with her hair parting it over her shoulder before taking to the doorway, a pair or red heels with solid black bottoms were slipped on her feet and carried her out the door.
Today was after all a day to be remembered was it not? And to be sufficiently remembered Jayr had things planned out, a carnival. Though most of the SLF members had been uninformed of these last minute plans she’d banded together a small army of her followers to set up a few booths in place about the main courtyard. She expected violence and contracted a few people to run security platforms essentially cutting down the need to part from play and do the work herself. As for the booths well she had a few things dispersed here and there. With the School at center, and the front courtyard free Jayr had gone through all the necessary sourcing flows to get this done on the down low. She didn’t want it being spoiled by outside provocation.
As she got onto campus things were looking relatively set up, a main stage at center, two or three booths on the main grass all leading to the main central hallway, but of course there was the tunnel of love at the back. She had things almost perfected to an art. For now however she was going to help along with the Carnival to see things ran smoothly. Taking long strides she’d step triumphantly behind the kissing booth and of course stoke the revenue for this whole deal by hanging a sign.
Kisses $10 – Goes to school fund for repairs/development
OOC: 623 Words SLF NPCs taking part in the Carnival – 67 Rough design of the Carnival; feel free to build off of it if you have a good reason for collaborating in the event. All booths require Character payment; ie legitimate funds to be put to an established fund later In Character. Booths currently available: Kissing Booth: - $10 a Kiss
- Your choice of character (so long as they’re working it)
Candy Gram Booth: - $10 for a personalized Candy Gram
- Done by me I’ll try and make it artsie and creative just pm me any specifics if you purchase such.
Carnival Games: - Shooters – Basically the water guns shooting the ducks at the carnival games don’t know how else to explain best; $5 a game.
Game Tables: Tunnel of Love: Stage: - Performances
- Entertainment
- Announcements
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Post by J Lethal on Feb 14, 2011 18:13:22 GMT -8
Lethal arrived to school just alittle bit late today. First he forgot it was Monday. J's weekend mentality was still fresh in his mind as he woke up about a half hour later than usual. Casually he made it out to the small apartment kitchen and poured himself a fresh bowl of frosted shredded mini wheats. Greatest cereal ever invented by man kind. The closest contender was Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
J ate his breakfast very calmly. If was nice feeling rested, but he couldn't help but think some ething was off. Lazily dragging his feet J looked up to a calendar reading through the weeks. He knew the month just entered the double digits. Then it hit him. Today was Valentines Day, today was Monday. Shit.
A shocking jolt ran though J's body. In a lightning fast reflex j jumped into the shower. Hastily he cleaned his body, dryed off, and sprayed up some nice cologne. He needed something to attract the ladies. Well he did have the minority on his side. Bitches loved black guys. He didn't really care if it was technically racism, it got him dates.
J threw on a pair of nice dark jeans, a clean black T-shirt, and a gray zip-up hoodie. Basic wear but J was always casual. It was just the way he was, never too serious. Just go with the flow of life, just like Damballah told him day in and day out.
"Ha, I knew you been listenin to me boy."
Right on cue. Now that he looked good and presentable J burst out the door and just started running. He was too poor for a cap, or even a bike. Plus he could use the exercise. Anything to keep in shape and get stronger. Strong enough until he didn't have to constantly look over his shoulder. Strong enough so he could face the Bloods and no longer live in fear.
In almost no time at all J made it to the school. He checked in the office for a late slip and went straight for his locker. Once opened a series of valentine cards fell to the floor. J gave a nice little smirk and bent over to collect his cards. It certainly wasn't a truck load, but when he thought about it he had never been part of the traditional valentines celebrations. It was about time to fix that.
J walked out to the courtyard reading through his little collection on his way. A few secret admirers, a few were obvious, other not so much. Then he came across a rather large valentine.
Dear Student,
Congratulations. You have been selected to participate in a very special Valentines Day event. If interested please report to the Gymnasium at 12:00pm. Doors close at 12:15 so get there quick. The 'Winner' of this event will receive a Valentines Day date with the lovely Candy McIntyre, high class dancer at the local Jungle Cat night club. Event is invitation only.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Interesting. J had never been part of something like this so he didn't really question it's legitimacy. J looked at his father watch. From the looks of it he still had plenty of time to spend around before this little event was underway. For now he would chill in the courtyard where he found a large arrangement of booths set up.
"Damn."
"Oh my gosh, this sooo cute! J let's have some Valentines Day fun!"
Sure, why the hell not. With a bit of Swagger in his step J observed the arrangement of booths and activities in this little set up. Time after time he saw banners that read SLF. He honestly wasn't 100% sure what that was. He guessed some student council type of thing.
After looking around J noticed a booth and a familiar face. Jayr Byrne. Once upon a time these two had shared a coffee together. It had been a while sine he had seen her around. The he noticed the sign.
'Kissing Booth. $10.'
Oh this he had to get in on. Plus it went to the school, or some good will shit. Didn't matter, J just wanted to experience this unfamiliar event called Valentines Day. J stepped up to the booth and look at Jayr hoping she remembered one of the only black guys on campus.
"Haha! So much fun J. Here's a little boost for ya."
(Allure of Mademoiselle Charlotte Activated. +5 Cha, minor clairvoyance.)
"Jayr, whats a nigga have to do to get a Valentine around here?"
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Feb 14, 2011 23:59:55 GMT -8
He's Not A Student... "OH GOD, TODAY IS GOING TO BE GLORIOUS." |
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Feb 17, 2011 17:53:19 GMT -8
(ooc: Assuming this is everyone)
Time: 12:00 pm pst
Location PHS: 259; Gymnasium.
Roth's little event had gathered a surprisingly large turnout. The majority of which were your simple everyday students looking for his (or perhaps her) chance to score with a mega hottie. Roth wasn't currently in the gym, but Marcus was. Marcus's job was to announce and run the official event. The tall black announcer stood a top a large section of condescend bleacher with a microphone.
"Open them doors!"
With that said the door would fly open letting all those with an invitation inside the gym. The majority of the gathering were relative unknowns. Part of a large batch of invitations Roth had given out simply out of the principle of Zergling Rush. Take a bunch of low level peons and send them all in at once. While it may not take out any of the targets it would weaken and distract them.
Roth was now in the gymnasium, but he was currently wearing a stolen dark green sweatshirt, light blue jeans, and a red sports cap covering his face. Not normal Roth attire. However Marcus was up on the bleachers for all to see as he spoke out to the crowd.
"How ya'll doing on this fine Valentines Day? Good. Now I must say congratulations, you've all made it. Unfortunately not all of you will make It out. The rules are simple.
Number One: You may NOT leave the area.
Number Two: The Last one standing is our winner.
Ready?
Go!"
And with that the event would officially start at 12:15pm pst. Next to Marcus was the lovely Candy McIntyre would would watch the fight with Marcus seeing her potential dates rise and fall. Meanwhile Roth and a few others would be blocking the doors from escape. Many men enter, one man leaves. That last man would be Roth, but only after he crossed a few names off his list.
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Post by Jayr Byrne on Feb 18, 2011 10:28:28 GMT -8
Do what’cha Gotta Do
"Jayr, whats a nigga have to do to get a Valentine around here?"
Jayr would flash up a wry grin having a perfect memory when it came to a face and/or voice. Well perhaps that was a bit of a lie but who could mistake one of the only black guys in the entire school. She’d rise upwards from a crouched position in the booth grabbing out a makeshift cash register and placing it on the table before playing with its handles a bit and making sure it was working correctly.
“Well under any other circumstance, dinner, a movie, flattering comments and the courtesy chocolate here and there.”
Jayr would giggle lightly, this time however leaning over the stand balancing on her hand, an open palm holding her chin in place as she waited there.
“In this case, just ten dollars.”
She’d teeter on her back foot while extending out her palm in a beckoning motion. Just the tease in this situation, however she did after all need the money to prove this thing wasn’t all a big mess.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2011 11:22:24 GMT -8
Potential hotty or not Jaus wasn't here for a date, in fact word through the grapevine was simply put that Roth had a stigma for starting up quite the fighting events. He remembered the SLF tournament that everyone dropped out of once they got past the first stage but in that glorious first stage he could say it was full of action. A cool smirk still pacing himself in the room with arms crossed. Low level Peons was right, there were a few noteworthy faces, very few. Jaus felt he had this one in the bag.
"How ya'll doing on this fine Valentines Day? Good. Now I must say congratulations, you've all made it. Unfortunately not all of you will make It out. The rules are simple.
Number One: You may NOT leave the area.
Number Two: The Last one standing is our winner.
Ready?
Go!"
Simple....easy...done.
His right hand leaching out from the crossed limbs and grappled around the back of some poor peons head, the sense of shock writhing through him as he flailed his arms pointlessly in response to the grip. The crunch noise afterwards would be the sound of his victims head against another's. Two down and out, a bored grin on Valentine's face. It was his day after all. |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Feb 18, 2011 14:32:08 GMT -8
Lovely or not, Kazuya wasn't interested in getting a date with this high class dancer Candy McIntyre, his heart belonged to one girl, and one girl only, romance was the last thing on his mind right now. The real reason he was here was, word on the street was the organizer of this little soiree, was notorious for stirring up fighting events. At the stroke of noon, the doors flew open, anyone and everyone that had an invitation was let in, the majority of the faces relatively unknown to Kazuya, which was saying a lot, seeing as Kazuya had been gone only three months or so. Low level peons indeed. He probably wouldn't even break a sweat during the entirety. Taking up residence at the very top level of one of the unused bleachers, Kazuya lightly folded his arms across his chest, facing the two people standing up top the bleachers located across from him.
"How y'all doing on this fine Valentines Day? Good. Now I must say congratulations, you've all made it. Unfortunately not all of you will make it out. The rules are simple.
Number One: You may NOT leave the area.
Number Two: The last one standing is our winner.
Ready?
Go!"
At this, Kazuya smirked. So that's how it was going to go down huh? That was simple enough. No problem right? Right. And then all hell broke loose. Some students started punching anything that moved, all because of one student, a guy standing off to the side, smashed the head of one student into the head of another student. Kazuya was not so impulsive, he would not punch everything in his sight, no, if anyone wanted to take him out, they would have to come to him, not he go to them. And that's exactly what happened. As soon as Kazuya touched the gym floor, 5 students immediately charged at him, but they were sloppy, uncoordinated. It didn't take Kazuya long to dispatch one, just by simply kicking the guy in the face with a simply front kick, socking the guy in the face with his foot. The guy crumpled to the floor, and the other four ran at Kazuya, trying to knock him out. Kazuya slammed his fist into one guy's face, swiveled around and jammed his left elbow into another face, launched a roundhouse kick into another's stomach.
The three had dropped like flies already. What a joke. Now only one was left, as Kazuya smirked at the guy, who looked panic stricken, but charged at Kazuya anyways. Ducking under the punch the guy threw, Kazuya launched an uppercut, lifting the guy up in the air, before the guy fell on the ground, knocked out. He barely even used any effort, that was too easy.
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Post by J Lethal on Feb 22, 2011 18:13:52 GMT -8
All about the money. The question was did J have any money. He was limited given his current situation. Damn he needed a job. Ten simple dollar huh. J would reach into his back pocket in search of his wallet. He would pull it out and smile as he looked at it. He got this wallet during his time as a Blood. The wallet was simple brown leather withe the words 'Bad Mother Fucker' on the front. Pulp Fiction.
J would open it up and look into the main pocket for cash. Low and behold a nice crisp, well it was actually pretty wrinkled, a ten dollar bill. It was all about the Hamiltons. J would pull it out with a smile, fold his Bad Mother Fucker wallet and place it back in his back pocket. Then slowly he remembered that this ten dollar bill was his lunch for the rest of the week.
"So what's this going to anyways?"
J would teasingly go to hand Jayr the bill, but then retract his hand. Now he was caught in the dilemma of having lunch, or getting a kiss. In truth he wanted the kiss, but not starving was a nice option as well. To pay, or not to pay. That was the question. J would wait for Jayrs answer as he would place his hands on the table and lean forward facing Jayr.
"J, stop being a tease and pay the girl will you."
The mademoiselle would protest in J's head, but he knew she enjoyed it. Slowly he was begin to learn who these people were, what they liked, what they wanted, and how to receive their power. J was becoming a tad manipulative and he was liking it.
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Feb 22, 2011 18:33:34 GMT -8
Roth would watch under his cap as the fighting commenced. Predictable so far. The ones who weren't on Esau's list were already going down hard. The next member group which Roth called the Lower Tier were slowly declining as well. Then there was the Middle Tier the names that were on the list, but weren't extremely important. Then the High Tier. Only a few of them showed up.
Right off the bat Roth recognized Jaus Valentine. He was busy taking out a threeway of the Low Tiers. The second of the high ranking fighters was a man Roth didn't know. But he could recognize the face. He had seen it somewhere before but wasn't entirely sure where. No matter. The event had drawn out some big names and that meant Roth could do his business on Esau's List.
"Help...me..."
A student looked up at Roth. It seemed as if his arm and leg on the right side were broken. Roth just looked at him in his disguise. The rules were simple, nobody leaves until the fight is over. Roth would raise his foot and stomp down on the student's left shoulder. He didn't want to cause too much pain, but wanted to keep him down.
But why did Roth want to keep them all inside the gymnasium. Simple, it would be much easier on everybody. Once the event was won The victor would leave with Candy in a floor littered with bodies. That would look bad ass. Once those two were gone it would be very easy for Roth and Marcus to count off every name on that list. And lastly it would make the job easier on the nurses if all the 'victims were in one place.
In all honestly this was for the sake of everybody. Roth would keep watching the fight however as more and more injured students tried to make an exit. Nope. The other guards would be there to back them away from the doors. It was a sight that needed to happen, but Roth didn't wish to see it. He was good at heart but for now the ends would have to justify the means.
Roth would make a signal to Marcus with his hand. The announcer would acknowledged the symbol and turn his microphone back on ready to address the fighting masses.
"Only half of you remain. Now I'd like to inform you all that if you can win in the next 5 minutes there will be a special bonus. The winner will also receive one thousand dollars. Cash!"
That ought to up the antsy a little bit. Only half of the fighters were left and with that announcement the rage inside all of them would be refueled. Even the ones who weren't here for the girl would love the chance at a thousand bucks. Plus there was the girl. The more Roth thought about it the more he'd like to take her out himself.
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fuck yea.)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2011 19:44:36 GMT -8
Win in the next five minutes you say? $1000 you say? Jaus was instantly more motivated to fight, his fists clenched with a savy grin looking around the place. His hand moved quickly to his forehead tapping the eye of the Infernal Dragon and was relayed the information of each of the fighters as he could. The numbers came through quickly most now still lower tier as far as he concluded. The top two of course charting in closest to his were slightly worrisome.
His own registered in at about 3080. That was a problem of course because he knew he could take one of them easily. The other however he'd probably be too tired to go at it with and that grand was pretty much something that tugged at the corners of his lips.
*Click*
*Click*
*Bang*
The sounds of the tile in the gym cracking under a massive weight would sound as Jaus stood throwing silent jabs at the air with the armbands taken off. A wide grin on his face as he silently stood there unwavered by the sudden mass of students surrounding him was their jaws touching the floor, fear guzzling in their eyes.
Jaus would turn his head towards the stronger of the two, a blue haired fiend with the power level of 4770. The silent jabs would stop centering towards his hips as he twisted his neck cracking it. Ah sweet release. Stepping at a slow pace past the weights now buried in the tiles he'd approach his foe now several times faster and stronger than he had before. His pace would trigger into a charge his left shoulder lowered into his foe hopefully still unaware of the incoming strike rather focusing on the small meatbags around him.
Shoulder lowered into the stomach Jaus would ram dropping his foe into the ground and continuing to run with his speed constantly dragging the fellow into the ground as he did so.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Feb 24, 2011 19:45:12 GMT -8
The sound of not only the gym tiles loudly cracking from somewhere behind him, but the sight of his eyepiece flashing as it registered a large jump in a particular individual within the gym, caught Kazuya's attention, as he slowly turned to look behind him, spotting the culprit of the loud cracking noise, as he threw silent jabs, the students surrounding him standing there with their jaws wide open. It was amusing, to say the least. Slowly turning around, he watched as he turned his head towards Kazuya, ceasing to threw silent jabs and cracked his neck, before stepping towards Kazuya, who bent down and pulled his hakama pant legs up, revealing the weighted anklets he wore underneath. *Click Click CRACK!* A loud crack could be heard as Kazuya stretched his legs, his weighted anklets lying by his feet, feeling light as a feather you could say, straightening up just as the man broke into a charge soon after, Kazuya having fully turned and facing him by this time. He had to hand it to the guy, he was fast, faster than David Blaze... when David wasn't using his Qi that is. But his high strength, speed, and stamina was all that he had.
For all his agility, his attack was very predictable. Activating his Qi as the man hurtled closer and closer, Kazuya placed his own body on fire as he crouched down slightly, his legs spread apart, managing to get his hands held out in front just as the man's shoulder collided into him, sending Kazuya's hands into his stomach slightly and sending him back slightly, leaving a trail of burn tracks as his sandals slid up against the gym floor, effectively preventing the man from ram dropping him into the ground. Barely managing to stop the man's charge, his shoulder now buried in Kazuya's flame engulfed hands, he proceeded to shove the man away and cocked his arm back, launching a simple right jab, aiming for the man's face. He wasn't going for any fancy moves or the like, he was going to keep it simple, without wasting any extra energy. This day was far from over, after all.
(OOC:
Strength: 108
Dexterity: 115
Constitution: 147)
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