Valentine's Day Event

[Jayr Byrne]

Just a Tease

While J was reatracting his hand into his pocket to grab the wallet Jayr did the presentable thing and merely leaned aback and over towards the booth and grabbed her imfamous lip gloss tainted in a shade of rosey pink with of course sparkling and shimmering shards. Tracing her lips up into a glowering sort of smile she'd eye up the boy's hand clasped tightly wound around the ten dollar bill.

"So what's this going to anyways?"

His hand retracting the bill before the slender Jayr could reach out in response and foot a large tab she was more than likely accumulating postphoning the other weary horn dogs.

"To the school of course," Jayr would let her eye lids flutter slightly at the chance at cumulative teasing as things were heading in that general direction. "You remember the giant knight that attacked the school a few months back right? Well theres a giant hole in the wall that could use some stucko."

Jayr would giggle lightly as she tilted her head and jutting upwards a right inclined thumb towards the hole that lay behind her just a few feet away. She had big plans for this school with the SLF and all and if things were to work out this time around people needed to realize that she was in facor of the school and that she was ultimately here to help.

"Now whats with you and being too afraid to pucker up?"

She would state teasingly a mock hand leaning on her hip as she bounced lightly upon in with that still resigned subtle grin.

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WC: 312

[J Lethal]

Giant knight attack? J had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. He had only been here for a month or two. It intrigued him however, that some attack on the school had caused some massive damage. Although he felt good once he was told that his hard earned Hamilton would be going to help the school. He had lived his whole live in scams, for once he was giving for the greater good.

Of course it wasn't completely selfless. He was getting something out of it. It made him wonder if he would still fork over the cash without the reward. What did it mean to give charity. J had never got anything for free, never accepted help from anyone. He couldn't fully wrap his head around the act of giving. Why people would give to help people they didn't know. A few years ago J would have never thought to give up ten whole dollars to help anyone but himself.

"Focus J, your kiss is waiting."

Yeah, right. J's nerves hit him like a ton of bricks. Like a massive eighteen wheeler truck flying at him, crashing into J all at once. This would be the first time J actually kissed a girl. He lived as a Blood for a long time, beating people, dealing drugs, even shooting people down. He was always surrounded by the girls of thug life. He had drug induced sex and other similar acts. But never once had his lips really kissed a girl before.

"J... Come with me."

In a flash of pink life J Lethal was no longer at public high school 259. As if all time had stopped and the physical universe ceased to be. In the flash of light J found himself in a hotel lobby. The walls were checkered marble, the carpet and furniture all a deep read. Gold chandeliers and other luxurious items hung through out the lobby. There were no doors and no windows. Only and empty counter and a large gold elevator.

The Voodoo Gansta slowly strode to the counter. His large hands would brace on the dark wooden counter as he leaned over looking for someone, anyone at all. J looked down and saw a bell on the counter. It wasn' there before, but he would ring it anyway. Suddenley a man appeared behind the desk. A tall thin black man dressed in a buniform of a white button down shirt and a deep red vest that matched the furniture.

"Ah, Mr. Lethal I presume. She's been expecting you."

The man turned around to a locker full of room keys. After a short while of looking the man would take a single key out of pass it over the counter. J looked down at the key, and then back up to the man behind the counter.

"Twenty Second floor. The elevator is to your left."

J looked down again and grabbed the key. He looked to his left at the large golden elevator. Nervously he looked to the man behind the counter with a forced smile.

"Thanks."

J walked off to the elevator. He hit the button and the doors opened revealing a luxurious interior. Gold fixtures and deep red color everywhere. J would turn around to look at the man one last time, but he was gone. Not questioning it he entered the elevator and hit the top button. 22. The elevator would make loud electric sound and the begin to rise to the 22nd floor.

The large golden doors opened up and J would walk out. The hallway was long and white with a series of door on each side. J started to move down the hall but stopped as soon as he realized that the door he wanted was right in front of him.

"Room twenty-two twenty-two. Cute."

J unlocked the door and stepped inside. To his surprise he had entered a large room molested by pink. From the floor to the wall to the celling was covered in pink shag carpeting. On either side of the room was a blood red heart shaped bed. A large bathroom open to the room and a kitchen with the biggest mini fridge J had ever seen.

"J, over here."

Immediately J's attention was drawn to the center of the room. There was a large hot tub level with the floor filled with bubbling water. Pink lights shone in the center of the tub revealing a lean naked red headed women with a finger pulling J closer.

"Bonjour J Lethal. My name is Mademoiselle Charlotte. Loa of Love."

The naked Loa of Love started to make her way out of the pool heading straight to J. The Voodoo Gansta started shaking nervously. He had no idea what to do. Nervous just like he had been with Jayr. The redheaded women leaned forward pressing her body against J's and whispered into his ear.

"Don't worry. I'll take it from here."

Another large flash of pink light blinded J's eyes and mind. Instantly he was back in front of Jayr at the booth in PHS: 259. It was as if time had never passed at all. Nothing had changed, just like before with Ogoun. And like that time with the Lightning Man he was no longer in control of his body.

"Butterflies."

"Butterflies."

Once again J would be forced by a Loa to move and act as they pleased. J's body slid the Hamilton across the table and leaned in close. J's lips would lock around Jayr's in a flare of passion. J wasn't in control, but he felt everything, The warmth, the breath, the lips, the tongue. Something he never would've done on his own. After about 10 seconds J would slowly real it in suddenly gaing control of his body.

"You like that Lethal?"

He did, but he was nervous to say so. He wasn't sure how Jayr would respond. Would she like it, was it too much? Was he going to score a date, or get his ass kicked by a girl. All this swarmed in his head as on thought pushed through to the front of his mind. A female Loa just made him kiss a girl. Was J Lethal now a lesbian?

(WC: 1111. longer than i intended)

[Roth O'Roak]

Well, things were certainly, heating, up.

The students were starting to drop like flies all around. Left and right they were going down as the strongest seemed to emerge. Jaus of course was already on another attack. There were a fee students still alive now just watching as Jaus's opponent burst into a mess of glowing orange flames. Damn son.

Those who saw this had their jaws drop instantly. A good amount of those students would stand their frozen, marveling at the power they themselves could never, ever achieve. Another portion of that group would fall to the ground in a fettle position in a way stating that they were giving up. Too bad so sad. Then there were a few smart one. The few that would try and escape this oh so special Valentines Day event.

"Get me my bat."

With a whistle Roth would begin to remove his green cap and stupid bulky coat. It concealed his identity well, but was overall unnecessary. He felt better with his black T-shirt with a golden SLF logo on the front. Much lighter and gave the welcomed freedom to move around. Oh yea, his bat. One of Roth's hired doormen would hand him his weapon wrapped up in a nice leather casing. Roth would unsheathe his favored Barbed Wire Baseball Bat.

It was his violent pride and joy. His weapon of choice that had gone through a great share of battles with him. He remembered on in particular against a particularly violent man. Ryu Hayabusa. He learned a lot of lessons in that fight. Most importantly, always keep your hands on your weapon. A stupid mistake he made a long time ago.

He would stay by the door and watch the match between Jaus and the Human Torch for just a bit longer. For now he would take his prized Barbed Wire possession to stop every single failure from escaping the gym. If word got out about this little operation the shit would hit the fan so hard Roth might have to change town, change school, get a haircut, and fly out a window. Again.

(ooc: 336

total: 1673)

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His shoulder made contact and a smirk of jubilee at the extend of the impact he did, no doubt against any warrior inflicting substantial force. But then of course most things came with a bit of a sacrifice, something of course Jaus was beginning to realize as the dull heat seeped its way through his coat. The coat itself being flame retardant but the shirt beneath happened to not be. And with that Jaus would rebound backwards bumbling off his back right heel his right kicking off the ground before him. In doing so he inadvertently backed just out of reach of Kazuya by less than a few inches, the flames heat jumping from his fist once more back to his shirt.

*Riiiiip*

The shirt beneath his jacket would be torn off and thrown to the floor in a panicked gesture loosing all tidings of the fight for this instance as the rag burned impetuously. Smoking and smoldering his attention drawn back up hands buckled into upwards boxing tones.

"Cool"

He'd seen something exactly like this before. When he'd fought Matrim the man's power had been similar by all extents, though when he last fought this he was drastically weaker.

"I got a cool trick too."

*Kerchinck*

Suddenly as if something out of the Twilight novels Jaus' body would shimmer as though lathered up in oil. The texture however stringer than steel as his very skin had fused with diamonds. The Fire in this case, countered.

"AHH!"

Dashing forward again on his left foot and then thrusting forward onto his right Jaus would come with a downward slash of his right fist. The entirety of which would be congealed with a diamond surface.

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Strength: 178
Dexterity: 140
Constitution: 190
Intelligence: 40
Wisdom: 28
Charisma: 37

[Kazuya Hikari]

"..." Kazuya could only stare blankly as the guy rebounded backwards bumbling off the back of his right heel and kicking off of the ground, inadvertently avoiding Kazuya's punch, as his fist sailed past the guy's face by mere inches, the flames heat jumping from his fist to the shirt the guy wore beneath his coat, lighting it on fire. Pulling his fist back, Kazuya leaped back, placing some distance between the two of them, as he saw the guy tear his shirt off and throw it to the ground in a panic, before raising his hands up in a boxing stance. And then all of a sudden it was a Twilight movie, as the guy shimmered, like he had dosed himself in an entire bottle of oil. However, it was not oil that covered him, or Twilight vampire sparkles, as Kazuya's eyepiece registered the jump in the guy's stats, his new stats appearing on the lens, causing Kazuya to grin slightly evilly. The bastard was using his Qi, and a defensive Qi at that. Well two can play at that game.

Taking up a sideways stance, Kazuya watched as the guy dashed forward on his left foot and then thrust on his right, the guy was fast, that was for sure, but once more, his move was damn predictable. The moment the guy was close enough, Kazuya created a flame pillar right beneath him before evading to the side, timing his dodge just as the guy went in with a downward slash of his right fist, causing the flame pillar to shoot up and completely engulf the guy. Just as Kazuya had done to Matrim in their very first fight against each other, he was going to use the exact same strategy against this guy. However, there was always the chance the guy could just step out of the flame pillar, and given the type of his Qi, Kazuya had a feeling this would more than likely happen, with that in mind, he prepared himself, taking back up his sideways stance, his hands held loosely up in front of him, ready for anything.

(OOC:

Strength: 108
Dexterity: 115
Constitution: 152)

[Jayr Byrne]

Kiss of Loa

Jayr waited there flitting a twirling right index finger around an extended lock of hair that trailed its way alongside her shoulder. With a patient grin she saw as the line behind J was beginning to get a tad bit longer, stretching a good three or four people at this point as it seemed that J was pondering his next move here. Though Jayr kept it to herself what she anticipated the mind of a teenage male to be conspiring all the while she perceived this to be a rather innocent way of exploiting an unwilling majority to donate to a cause.

Then of course he came full circle and puckered up to kiss her, lips locking and feeling the sudden flare of pressure. A tad bit more than she had been willing to part with as the girl firmly set and open left palm on J's chest giving him a light push away. A calm and sympathetic grin as she cocked her head to the side giving him a small pearly grin.

"Thank you J."

With that she'd stand upwards inclining on her tippy toes aided by heel support to plant a light kiss on his cheek before turning to the next one in line with a doe-like appearance only to be admired as such by the next person excitably clamoring for attention. Of course what was initially passed up now coming to florition was a flock of adorable little sophomores clinging to each other with excitable little grins. As if caught in the tractor beams of a Twilight premier or a Justin Bieber concert the girls would let loose a pitch-like squeal of excitement.

"OMG J, I WANT TO KISS J!!!!"

At first Jayr winced slightly to ebb away the painful screech and for the first instance flinching a sign of dark intent turning towards the flock of girls a very sinister look coming over her in the shape of a slanted smile.

"J?"

She'd side step the stand quickly wrapping hands lightly at his collar letting a soft hand rest on his chest playfully looking upwards in a helpless fashion.

"Ever consider helping out the school for something?

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WC: 413

[J Lethal]

(ooc: Kazuya and Jaus, feel free to skip me for the next round. Roth's still standing and waiting)

"Me?"

Well this certainly was not what J was expecting. Out of nowhere he had become a worker for the school when all he was trying to do was get a little action going. Oh well. But he wouldn't just stick to helping the school. After all he was down 10 bucks, and it was time to fix that.

"Aight. J Lethal is for sale. Twenty bucks for each one, half of all proceeds goes to the school, the other half goes to the National Bank of Lethal."

And thats how it;s done. The three girls looked rich enough to have the extra cash. He was still helping the school and Jayr, for the same price no less. Now he was just getting his own cash out of it. That's how you be an entrepreneur. When something is in demand price goes up. Plus Affirmative Action and other shit. A nigga gotta eat.

J hoped up and over the kissing booth taking his place next to Jayr. According to these girls he was a good kisser. Or Mademoiselle Charlotte was a good kisser. Was this technically a threesome? Eh, as long as there was cash. J would turn his head to face Jayr.

"I'll bet you a free kiss I can rack up more cash than you by the end of the day."

J put on his happy face while saying this. Just a friendly competition. Jayr had all her beauty, wit, and charm while J had the Loa of Love, Sexuality, and White Women. The playing field was pretty even. He wouldn't eve wait for her response before he grabbed the closest girl and layed his lips upon her with The Mademoiselle's presence in the background.

First twenty right there.

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Jaus grinned this time around as the flames did absolutely nothing to him. It just so happened that diamonds were the strongest materials on the face of the Earth, regardless of how hot this guy charged up (short of overheating himself an liquidating a portion of the planet's atmosphere) he wasn't going to be sheering Jaus' ultimate defense anytime soon, much less inflict any damage with punches. All the while this fight was going on Jaus was making his own analytical assumptions, strong as his opponent may have been he was not aggressive fighter, he made no risky moves, no stance that made him stand out as a particular warrior aside from backpedal refortify, attempt a show of power.

A confident smirk, despite how flawed his strikes were against a warrior who didn't fight back made his victory assured. Assuming of course that Kazuya jumped back to the right (ooc: You didn't say where you jumped back so I'm modding) Jaus continued through with his strike shattering the ground beneath them with the littlest of concern. The poor flooring of the gym, undoubtedly being wood surfaced and then weak cement under that would implode into an opened space beneath the school which would be majorly comprised of plumbing and support against earthquake disasters.

Kazuya then retreating upon shattered ground would either fall into the cesspool of the school's underground, become caught underground in the woodworks or jump on the fragile ground thusly having poor footing and need to have loose conjuncture upon where he jumped to next.

If it was the later most Jaus would spring then from his right foot planted on the charred ground and get to the most readily presumed point intervening his jump yet allowing him that first step before head butting him down into the pit of shit.

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Strength: 178
Dexterity: 140
Constitution: 190
Intelligence: 40
Wisdom: 28
Charisma: 34

[Kazuya Hikari]

If there was one motto Kazuya always followed no matter what, it was always assume. Always assume your opponent is going dodge your strike, always assume your opponent is going to counter your strike. With this mentally ingrained into Kazuya, the moment he had dodged to the side, he had already begun preparing himself for the worst. His eyes glued to his opponent, or rather, the silhouette of his opponent through the flame pillar, he saw the guy bend forward, followed by the loud sound of splintering wood. Immediately leaping to his right, landing on the fragile ground, Kazuya quickly back pedaled the moment he touched ground as the floor before him splintered away, with his ankle weights no longer weighing him down, he could move a lot faster than normal. He then saw the guy spring forward... in the opposite direction that Kazuya had darted. (OOC: You never said which way you sprung, so I'm modding now ^___^)

Now on solid flooring, a giant splintered pit leading down into the school's plumbing system laying before him, and separating him from the guy, if he couldn't attack the guy physically, given his Qi, which was very similar to Matrim's, and obviously mentally and emotionally were out of the picture, there was one clear choice. Forming a fireball in each hand, Kazuya would wind up, and send one fireball flying across the pit, but not aimed at the guy, no he was aiming for something else... The flame pillar he had formed, which was still burning strong as ever. The fireball connecting with the flame pillar, the fireball combined with the flames, causing the flame pillar to increase in width, now the size of the free throw box and taller than the bleachers, the flames would be licking against the basketball rim, if a side by side comparison was done. Just because he couldn't attack the guy physically, did not mean there weren't other ways to attack him...

(OOC:

Strength: 113
Dexterity: 115
Constitution: 152)

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ooc Pardon the Delay will post promptly from now on

Jaus raised a singular brow, while his body was still ingrained in the layers of diamonds. Again predictable retreating once more across the field of battle and showing off his Qi and once again to no avail. Without a direct hammer strike or show of immense force the flames were just too minuscule in comparison to diamonds. Jaus was beginning to wonder whether this fight was after all worth it, he wanted a fight not a battle with someone who just feigned at every attempt there was no glory nor worth in this fight even if he won the money was it worth it after all if there was no accomplishment in the fight. He was annoyed, bored, and most of all felt as though this kid who stood against him was clearly full of himself flaunting his high degree of anticipation.

His palms balled into fists feeling unwaivering by a sense of time, there was a measure of impatience to his position and with such a counteraction of equal patience combating such to keep him in line.

"Man up or back out, a battle isn't for chicken shits.."

Jaus brought to bear his arms before looking up at Roth with an equally impatient gesture, he wanted to fight anyone who was willing despite the divisions of teamwork in the battle.

"If you're going to sit back and watch then count yourself out, true warriors don't sit on the sidelines..."

Gritting his teeth Jaus would step downward into the wood breaking off a plank, with a jerk back of his right and he'd peel upwards the plank and retract such back past his ear before launching it in a javelin sense towards his opponents leading knee cap. Jaus would then proceed taking a leap of faith into the piping down below taking his right foot to the nearest pipe, its position being about a foot beneath the normal floor level and twice that across from where he jumped before lunging once more across to the left landing on another pipe spit another four feet across. With such an action his right knee would drop as would his arm gathering up the upward launching strength to get to the original flooring and in front of Kazuya. He'd land on his right foot forming an impacting cleave on the floor before dropping the heavy weight downward ducking any upper torso blow before jabbing a left fist of his own forward and rolling with a right uppercut.

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Strength: 178
Dexterity: 140
Constitution: 190
Intelligence: 40
Wisdom: 28
Charisma: 31