Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Dec 26, 2011 12:53:00 GMT -8
[OoC: Intended to be a solo RP sort of thing, the point of it will be clear pretty soon. If anyone can find a legitimate reason to join without destroying the purpose of the thread, feel free. Otherwise, please don't.]
남짐승
With that, he exited the shop and stepped out onto the streets, putting his hands in his pockets and taking a moment to admire the breeze. Despite the crappy way things were going, he still found it capable of living a relatively normal life, a happy one. He still appreciated the little things, like the beautiful sky during the sunset. After taking just a moment to stare, he decided to turn around and head home, which was about three miles down. He loved the walk, though, so it was unlikely that he would complain.
Some time into the walk, the sun finally sets and darkness covers the city like a blanket, save for the few spots illuminated by the barely-functioning street lights, and the boy decided it would be much safer to take a few back-roads to cut the time it'd take to get home in half, so at the next alley, he turned right. Now, usually, going into an alley at night is a bad idea, and the child realized this, but while he passed through, he remained unseen by anyone. There was even a lack of a feeling of being watched - the entire night, so far, seemed peaceful.
It wasn't until he was just a few minutes from his home did he encounter anyone. Just across the street from him, there were six men, each one varied in build, but, in the dark, seemed menacing enough. The Korean decided that, should he keep to himself, he would be safe, so he kept on walking, eyes on the ground, refusing to look across the street. [white]"'ey, you!"[/white] He was noticed, and cursed under his breath. He kept walking. [white]"You better listen when I'm talkin', kid! Haha! Let's get him, guys!"[/white] And that's where things went sort of bad.
He took off running, the other six men, each armed with some form of weapon, taking off after him. He was much faster than they were, so distance wasn't a problem. At least, not until one of them launched their weapon as a projectile and the kid's back, causing him to stumble and fall forward, cursing as he did. Struggling to his feet, the six were already caught up with him and started attacking. Might as well defend himself, right?
One of the six men, we'll call him Albert, attempted to slam his weapon - a pipe - over the boy's head. He ducked beneath it, and slammed his palm into Albert's bottom jaw, pushing upward and throwing him back into the second of the six, who we'll call Brian. The third man, Charles, had a knife, and the fourth, Darien, also had a pipe, and they came at him in unison. Charles slashed at the boy's belly, and he caught the hand, pressing his thumb into Charles' wrist and causing him to drop the knife. Darien, meanwhile, launched his pipe down toward the boy's shoulder, which he countered by pulling Charles to the right and stepping to his left, causing the man to strike Charles over the head. As he fell, the boy stepped forward and launched his right fist at Darien's neck, right below the joint connecting the jaws, striking him twice in succession. The man jerked, and fell backward a little, and the boy took this chance to slam his knuckles into the guy's temple. It collides with great force, and Darien is out.
The other two, who will be called Ernesto and Franklin, obviously had to be doing something. Right after the boy took out Darien, Ernesto rushed up and tackled him at the waist, bringing him down to the ground. Franklin followed and started kicking at the downed boy while Ernesto started launching a frenzy of fists down at his face. For the first few hits, he tried to cover his face, but soon realized that would lead to him being beat without fighting back, so he brought his arms inward and pushed Ernesto's out as he punched, wrapped his hands around the guy's neck and brought him in for a headbutt, dazing him and causing him to fall to the side. Franklin, the entire time, remained kicking.
Albert and Brian had gotten back up by now and were on their way, so, while he was being kicked, the boy brought his leg around and behind Franklin's, causing it to buckle and fall to the side. The Korean did one of those cool moves where you jump back to your feet, turned, and launched his knee into Franklin's back, pulled his head toward him and elbowed his nose. He was out, but in this time, Albert had gotten behind him and brought his arms underneath the kid's and around the back of his neck, leaving his arms slightly useless. Brian came around with his pipe and started striking the boy in the stomach several times, then changed his target, varying from face, to chest, to thighs.
Several minutes passed and they continued to beat on the kid for essentially no reason, and after Brian had his fun, Albert dropped him and he took the pipe and resumed the beating. [white]"Think you're fuckin' tough, kid?! HUH?! How's this for tough you son of a bitch!"[/white] His cheeks were cut and bleeding, his lips busted, his eyes bruised now, and he couldn't do much to fight back anymore. While he was being beat, the other four all recovered and join in. He pretty much succumbed to the thought that these guys might end his life tonight, and for no reason.. Of course, what he didn't know, is that one man would not let that happen.
Enter Amakusa Takehiro, whose booming voice caused every man within the area to freeze, chills sent from the top of their skull to the bottom of their feet, and it would remain. Upon turning and seeing the figure, they became frightened, paled - and yet stupidity, or maybe a foolish sense of pride, got the better of them.
[white]"We ain't scared of you, guy! This is our turf, and -"[/white] He was interrupted when, in a blur, the behemoth charged forward and slammed an enormous fist into the bridge of the man's nose, shattering it and killing him upon impact as the skull was crashed in one swift motion. The others took this as a hint - there was no point fighting back. So, they all decided to run, but he would keep his promise. Using the body of the dead man, he would beat the man closest to him and then use the new bludgeon as a projectile to floor all of the others.
I won't get into the gore, no, but know this: each man lay broken and dead, without any resemblance of their formal selves.[/ul][/teal]
남짐승
[orange]"Anything else, boss?"[/orange]
With that, he exited the shop and stepped out onto the streets, putting his hands in his pockets and taking a moment to admire the breeze. Despite the crappy way things were going, he still found it capable of living a relatively normal life, a happy one. He still appreciated the little things, like the beautiful sky during the sunset. After taking just a moment to stare, he decided to turn around and head home, which was about three miles down. He loved the walk, though, so it was unlikely that he would complain.
Some time into the walk, the sun finally sets and darkness covers the city like a blanket, save for the few spots illuminated by the barely-functioning street lights, and the boy decided it would be much safer to take a few back-roads to cut the time it'd take to get home in half, so at the next alley, he turned right. Now, usually, going into an alley at night is a bad idea, and the child realized this, but while he passed through, he remained unseen by anyone. There was even a lack of a feeling of being watched - the entire night, so far, seemed peaceful.
It wasn't until he was just a few minutes from his home did he encounter anyone. Just across the street from him, there were six men, each one varied in build, but, in the dark, seemed menacing enough. The Korean decided that, should he keep to himself, he would be safe, so he kept on walking, eyes on the ground, refusing to look across the street. [white]"'ey, you!"[/white] He was noticed, and cursed under his breath. He kept walking. [white]"You better listen when I'm talkin', kid! Haha! Let's get him, guys!"[/white] And that's where things went sort of bad.
[orange]"Aw, shit!"[/orange]
He took off running, the other six men, each armed with some form of weapon, taking off after him. He was much faster than they were, so distance wasn't a problem. At least, not until one of them launched their weapon as a projectile and the kid's back, causing him to stumble and fall forward, cursing as he did. Struggling to his feet, the six were already caught up with him and started attacking. Might as well defend himself, right?
One of the six men, we'll call him Albert, attempted to slam his weapon - a pipe - over the boy's head. He ducked beneath it, and slammed his palm into Albert's bottom jaw, pushing upward and throwing him back into the second of the six, who we'll call Brian. The third man, Charles, had a knife, and the fourth, Darien, also had a pipe, and they came at him in unison. Charles slashed at the boy's belly, and he caught the hand, pressing his thumb into Charles' wrist and causing him to drop the knife. Darien, meanwhile, launched his pipe down toward the boy's shoulder, which he countered by pulling Charles to the right and stepping to his left, causing the man to strike Charles over the head. As he fell, the boy stepped forward and launched his right fist at Darien's neck, right below the joint connecting the jaws, striking him twice in succession. The man jerked, and fell backward a little, and the boy took this chance to slam his knuckles into the guy's temple. It collides with great force, and Darien is out.
The other two, who will be called Ernesto and Franklin, obviously had to be doing something. Right after the boy took out Darien, Ernesto rushed up and tackled him at the waist, bringing him down to the ground. Franklin followed and started kicking at the downed boy while Ernesto started launching a frenzy of fists down at his face. For the first few hits, he tried to cover his face, but soon realized that would lead to him being beat without fighting back, so he brought his arms inward and pushed Ernesto's out as he punched, wrapped his hands around the guy's neck and brought him in for a headbutt, dazing him and causing him to fall to the side. Franklin, the entire time, remained kicking.
Albert and Brian had gotten back up by now and were on their way, so, while he was being kicked, the boy brought his leg around and behind Franklin's, causing it to buckle and fall to the side. The Korean did one of those cool moves where you jump back to your feet, turned, and launched his knee into Franklin's back, pulled his head toward him and elbowed his nose. He was out, but in this time, Albert had gotten behind him and brought his arms underneath the kid's and around the back of his neck, leaving his arms slightly useless. Brian came around with his pipe and started striking the boy in the stomach several times, then changed his target, varying from face, to chest, to thighs.
Several minutes passed and they continued to beat on the kid for essentially no reason, and after Brian had his fun, Albert dropped him and he took the pipe and resumed the beating. [white]"Think you're fuckin' tough, kid?! HUH?! How's this for tough you son of a bitch!"[/white] His cheeks were cut and bleeding, his lips busted, his eyes bruised now, and he couldn't do much to fight back anymore. While he was being beat, the other four all recovered and join in. He pretty much succumbed to the thought that these guys might end his life tonight, and for no reason.. Of course, what he didn't know, is that one man would not let that happen.
[beige]"For every blow you have struck upon that boy, I shall hurt you all, tenfold!"
[/beige]Enter Amakusa Takehiro, whose booming voice caused every man within the area to freeze, chills sent from the top of their skull to the bottom of their feet, and it would remain. Upon turning and seeing the figure, they became frightened, paled - and yet stupidity, or maybe a foolish sense of pride, got the better of them.
[white]"We ain't scared of you, guy! This is our turf, and -"[/white] He was interrupted when, in a blur, the behemoth charged forward and slammed an enormous fist into the bridge of the man's nose, shattering it and killing him upon impact as the skull was crashed in one swift motion. The others took this as a hint - there was no point fighting back. So, they all decided to run, but he would keep his promise. Using the body of the dead man, he would beat the man closest to him and then use the new bludgeon as a projectile to floor all of the others.
I won't get into the gore, no, but know this: each man lay broken and dead, without any resemblance of their formal selves.[/ul][/teal]
