Taking a smoke break.

[John]

What the hell was up with these ribs of his? Would they ever heal? He needed a smoke, and yes, he started up smoking when he got out of the hospital. Why? Because its calming. Keeps his mind off... That stuff. He made his way to the fountin' to find a good place to sit. He would find the perfect spot, but no... Someone else sat there!! John's eye brow twitched as he watched the teenage bad boy wanna-be sit down defiantly. John walked over and simply put his booy upside the kids face moving him out of the way.

"My fucking seat."

The kid crawled away, this kid was one of few push overs at this school. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cig. The sweet sweet death stick. Placing it in his mouth he flicked his thumb up, his dark red eyes glowing slightly as his thumb caught fire. Raising it up to his cig he lit it and then let his thumb go out, almost immediatly.

"Mmmm, much better. Why is today so boring?"

[Thomas Cooper]

As the kid walked away, he was joined by a group of guys his age not too far away from the fountain, and started to talk in hushed whispers to each other, some taking quick glances over towards the fountain. Apparently, the push overs of 259 united and formed a push over gang, and planned to 'jump' the 'asshole' who took the ring leader's fountain spot. And during the most crucial part of planning, a freshman wandered over to the group with the pure intention of asking a question about the pool area. This freshman was Thomas Cooper, the son of potato farmers with a knack for doing crazy stuff. Tom tapped the shoulder of the ring leader lightly to attain his attention so he could ask his question.

At first Tom recieved no responce. As Tom reached out to tap a second time, though, the ring leader spun around to the left to punch Tom in the head. Acting fast, Tom ducked under and around the attackers punch to end up behind the guy. Tom smirked as he raised his leg and pushed the attacker right in the direction of the guy who stole his seat.

[John]

John took in a puff as he noted the group that looked a bit... Shady yet kinda retarded at the same time. It was as if their quick looks and whispers went unnoticed. But whatever. Push overs where still pushovers. But someone had approached them. This brought an eye brow raise from the Junior. He was rather interested in seeing where this was going to go. He focused on the events unfolding.

"Don't see that everyday."

He spoke to no one inparticuler, just spoke, like talking to someone. But the punk he had kicked out of the way just a few seconds ago was now stumbling his way again. John's teeth clenched on the cig butt for a second as his eyes began to glow, the hydrogen in the air visible, like red scars flouting around. His Qi flowed around his body, as he focused it into his right hand, he dropped it low to the ground, clenched it into a fist. His leg muscles bulged as he brought his fist flying up, catching fire along the way. He would throw an upper cut, but he would jump with it for more power, and spin 360 dagress like on Street Fighter, and he couldn't help but yell.

"ANSATSUKIN!"

[Thomas Cooper]

"..."

Tom stared in silence as the event put into motion by one single little kick brought on. To see a guy accurately pull off a Street Fighter move in real life was a bit mind blowing, to say the least. The group of 20 wimps, most sophomores, went over to their fallen leader after the shock of what happened went away. The guy landed a couple of feet away from the fountain and the Street fighter, his chin badly burned and going in and out of consciousness. Tom made his way over to all of the action, placing himself in between the large group of wimps and the guy who was smoking at the fountain. Tom issued a nervous laugh as the group glared from John to Tom then back to John.

"Sorry about your friend. It was a reflex. Honest!"

As Tom spoke to the group, a rather large sophomore broke off of the group and charged Tom from a short distance, which was his mistake. Going through another reflex, Tom grabbed the front of the sophomore's shirt with both hands and shifted his weight to his upper body. As the sophomore fell forward, Tom placed his feet on his hips and pushed up. The sophomore took flight and landed directly beside Street Fighter. Tom looked toward the fallen attacker, then toward Street Fighter.

"Hey, Street Fighter, I have a question: Is a majority of the population here retarded?! I suppose they'll start attacking you eventually... Seems like they are willing to try."

As if on queue, the 18 conscious wimps circled Tom and the Street Fighter, looking ready to beat someone up. How deceiving their looks really are.

[John]

He closed his eyes and dropped his cig in the fountin. He stood there and listened to the guys question. Seemed he already understood the way things worked. He decided to humor what was going on, since there was enough of them for this to be interesting. He opened his eyes, they where already glowing, his Qi focused into his arms. He decided to answer the kids question.

"They can try if they want, should make my day alittle more interesting."

John could pull the talk, and walk some of the walk, but his ribs where still damaged, so he was kinda screwed in that department. His breathing wasn't slow or consistent, but he was pretty good at hiding pain. He was ready to take these quifs on without a second thought. But maybe he could try a scare tactic. With that he moved his arms quickly, and they where set a blaze like his fist before hand. From his elbow down was completely consumed by fire.

"Come and get some!"

Of course if the scare tactic didn't work he would have to fight.

[Thomas Cooper]

The wimps were stuck in a limbo of inaction at the combustion of the Street Fighters forearms. Stuck between fighting for 'honor', and running like the wimps they are, the 18 guys stayed where they were. Tom got up off of the ground after Street Fighter lit up his arms. Brushing himself off, he surveyed his surroundings. Directly behind him was the deep fountain, four feet deep. To Tom's left was Street Fighter with arms lit and ready. And in a horseshoe shape surrounding the two were the 'band of 18'. By now the actions having taken place attracted a crowd that has been slowly growing for a couple of minutes. There were already enough to close the wimps in. Now there was no place to run. Fight they must.

With a wide grin, Tom pulled out a small glass bottle half full of a white liquid. Unscrewing the top, Tom downed the bottle in one go. Placing the bottle on the fountain, Tom started to 'sway' back and forth. Soon, Tom was in full Zui Quan footwork, looking as if he was drunk. The contents of the bottle was water, but gave the impression of vodka. Tom spoke quickly to Street Fighter as he had his back turned on the wimps in a low tone and serious voice.

"I'll confuse them then send 'em your way to finish up, Street Fighter, OK?"

A moment later Tom was heading for the left half of the horseshoe, stumbling and grinning all the way, hoping his plan would work. In theory, Tom would draw out the guys a couple at a time, counter their moves and redirect them forcefully toward John to finish off with one strike each. Tom figured that this way neither Tom or John would become overwhelmed.

[John]

John wasn't too used to fighting along side someone else, but this was fine by him. The guy seemed skilled enough at Drunkin Boxing. Though he smelled no alcohol, which meant he was using its form. That was fine. The idea the kid came up with was good too, so he could deal with that. Esspecially with the way his ribs where right now.The numbers these guys had brought along made up for their lack of skill, but with the way it was going to be here, tore those numbers down.

As the kid went into attack mode, John simply waited, and turned his fire off waiting for some poor soul to be sent his way. Now obviousely at this point Tom would be seen as the weaker, and well they would blame him for the attack on their leader. So they would go for him. As they would, Tom would do his dodging with the Drunken Boxing style and push them in john direction, in which they would be met with swift and powerful attacks to bring them down. And lets not forget the all purpose fire and glowing eyes.