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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 1, 2008 0:22:25 GMT -8
Summary People backed away in the hallway, as "Unfettered" walked, hunched, his fists burning in his pockets.
Lunch time.
A dangerous time.
Out of a single eye, it passed about, glazing over all of them, his hands pocketed into the outer part of his coat. All his equipment on, hidden underneath the coat. A large scarf draping down his body. Granted, it was cold here in California, for once in a long time, but not that cold.
Gently, he looked about... with the intent to kill.
This is "Unfettered".
And in spite of the scowl on his face, he was very pleased to meet everyone who saw him. Whether they simply stuck where they were and gossiped, ran away, moved quickly away, or even tried to take him on... it was a given. His reputation was growing fouler.
So, while in the middle of walking down the hall, throwing it at a few passer byers who had started a scuffle on their own, knocking them both out with the force of the impact, a lot of trash spun into the air.
...All over--- |
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Post by Zana on Feb 3, 2008 21:08:31 GMT -8
As the man walked down the hall with malevolent intent, Zan was heading for lunch. Holding onto a ten dollar bill, he walked out of his classroom and down the hall towards the cafeteria. Ah..yes, another person who thought he could take on the world. Zan eyed Unfettered with mild curiosity as the guy threw something large at two kids, sending them head over heels and trash flying everywhere.
Zan grinned as he looked around- a lot of people had begun to clear from the hall. All that remained was him and the guy.
"Hey- dude. You seem ready to "rumble". Care for a fight?"
Zan stood in the middle of the hallway with his fist in his own pocket. Wonder what happens next?
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 3, 2008 21:22:27 GMT -8
Hmm? "Hey- dude. You seem ready to "rumble". Care for a fight?" "Unfettered's" head looked up, his curiosities piqued, 'though his face showed nothing of it. Pocketing his own hands. And returning the grin..."...Vy? Are you strong?"Alright.
This guy had come to him first.
Initiated conversations with him.
Kek.
Alright. His mind began whirling... |
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Post by Zana on Feb 4, 2008 15:35:11 GMT -8
((Is this statless or stats? Kicks only?))
Zan held onto his ten dollar bill with a passion. Shoving his right hand, which held the money, into his right pocket he withdrew a fist. Putting both hands into his pockets, he slowly walked in a small circle as he stared at Unfettered.
"Hey- what's your name? I'd like to know the name of the person- whose going to fight me."
Grinning, he hopped up and down a bit. He was pumped
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 9, 2008 0:02:31 GMT -8
...Cocky...? "Hey- what's your name? I'd like to know the name of the person- whose going to fight me." "...So I have to fight you, ja? Vell zen..."He cocked his hed back, as he looked at the boy, turning about. Watching with intent.
Not even bothering to 'counter-circle'.
...A reason...?
Granted, he made sure that their current distance stayed at about six feet or more. His hands out, slightly gripped, but not quite yet into fists. Looking at the boy with his one eye, as he smoothed back some hair behind his ear."...You'll have to show me vat name you want from me."To anyone else? ...That was a shot. For him? ...It was the truth. 'Jonathan' for the calm, collected. "Thrush" for the violent and chaos-driven. "Unfettered" for those that he wanted to persuade.
He wasn't going to be answering directly, anytime soon. |
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Post by Zana on Feb 9, 2008 16:52:54 GMT -8
Staring intently at Unfetterd, Zan took a few quick steps forward and proceeded to hop/strafe from side to side. He continued to close in on the student in front of him- and stopped when they were about 3 feet apart.
"...You'll have to show me vat name you want from me."
Pausing his continual thinking for a moment he asked
"You have several naes? Like nicknames..?"
He was completely thrown off by this question. Zan hadn't been expecting this sort of answer...although it did make the fight a bit more interesting. Grinning, he asked Unfettered
"I want the name of the person whom i'm fighting- that's all."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 10, 2008 0:27:46 GMT -8
Analysis Complete "I want the name of the person whom i'm fighting- that's all." "You're gonna have to show more killer intent to make a name for yourzelf virst."Another potential shot. But, in this case, "Unfettered" was talking more about himself. On the verge of telling the kid to call him "Thrush", but he wanted to see this guy in a fight. Wanted to see if the guy's name was worth knowing... he had only so much space in his head to memorize every single damn name of every person he came across (most as of late, were not necessarily of 'rank' in his book). More indirect answers with indirect/discreet questions hidden. Ignoring the challenger's questions.
And quite suddenly, he put up his dukes. Right foot quickly pivoting ninety degrees at the heel to the right, ninety degrees at the toes to the right, and forty-five at the heel to the right in a second (as a boxer, this was the basic orthodox stance he practiced, so much to the point that it had become natural), so that his balance was keeping, hopping lightly to his toes. Letting the boy move about, use his own energy up. Head leaned forward, but his left hand left, fisted, his right fisted up, closer to his head. Shoulders hunched together and forward.
And if the kid would come in close again, "Unfettered" would throw a light jab (OOC: A quick punch that is quickly pulled back. ...Something that, even though I try to explain it, many people try to take advantage of, and in turn 'grab a hold onto it'...) at the kid's face, stepping in, sure, but pulling back just as he did. Wasn't meant to hit. Was, at this moment, checking his arm-reach, as well as reaction. His right hand prepped up, ready to counter a potential counter, if need be.
Foreplay of fighting.
If the kid didn't go forward, however, he'd hold his position, but continue hopping in place, pump himself up more, potentially. |
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Post by Zana on Feb 17, 2008 14:58:53 GMT -8
Zan kept his position as he too took up a defensive stance. He turned his body to the right slightly, as he drew back his right arm and bent it, while placing his left arm toward the front and bending it as well, in a slightly higher position. His left leg took the lead and was bent forward, facing forward, whilst his right leg took the rear and turned around 45 degrees pointing to the right side and bent. He stared at the man in front of him, expecting an attack...since he had gotten ready. Then again, maybe this man wouldn't attack and hope for an attack instead. Feeling quite irked, Zan stood his ground, not moving.
"Whose turn is it first?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 17, 2008 15:31:39 GMT -8
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... "Whose turn is it first?" ..."Unfettered" was already running at him. Jump-dashing into the air, towards him... Kicking his right foot fowards the punk's chest---Which if blocked, he'd use the momentum to propel his left foot towards the punk.
A miss? He'd slid, and quickly whirl about to get back into his defensive boxing stance.
A hit? He'd jump back... strain his back a bit, but return back to his original position?
A diversion of course? ...Well, he'd just have to see how that'd go about."Since ven did people start asking to start fights!?" |
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Post by Zana on Feb 21, 2008 20:55:56 GMT -8
Grinning, as Unfettered jumped and aimed his right foot toward his chest, Zan ran forward as well. Greeting the foot with much enthusiasm, he twisted to the right side and saw the foot coming...coming....got it. As the foot made contact, Zan would grab the leg and use the forward momentum to swing Unfettered sharply in a short arc - 180 degrees. When the arc finished, he would let go of his foe's leg and send him flying.
Of course, this wouldn't work out if he didn't follow up properly. As Unfettered would go flying, Zan would regain his balance from the spin and follow behind.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 24, 2008 16:06:54 GMT -8
WONDERBAR CONTACT---Whoa. The impact made contact with the punk's chest, but the guy absorbed it... And suddenly, "Unfettered" could feel himself spinning in the air, flying the other way across the hallway... But just as the momentum began to slow, he tucked himself inward, and rolled forward, propping his hands before him during the third roll, as the guy drew closer and closer...
---A right leg shooting up towards the guy's stomach. Connection or no (especially in the latter), he'd immediatly prop himself up on his hands, a hand-stand-half-twist, to prep up his left leg...
...As a feint as he'd instead just step forward to jab (left-handed/orthodox) the guy in the face, pulling his fist very quickly. If there was still enough time, he'd step back, boxer-style, and try to give himself more time to analyze this guy's tempo/reaction/style. |
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Post by Zana on Mar 7, 2008 15:52:21 GMT -8
Zan ran towards Unfettered as means of closing the distance between them, when suddenly, his foe's leg shot out towards him. Eyes widening slightly, Zan knew he couldn't stop, since the floor was pretty slick while his speed was pretty fast. So, he decided to "catch" the foot.
"Nice kick!"
He felt the palm of his right hand , supported from behind by his left, connect with the flat of the foot- and push back. As the kick connected with his hands, Zan felt himself pause for a moment, try to backpedal, then felt himself being pushed back by the attack.
Sliding backwards, until he managed to position his feet to slow his skid, Zan looked up and set himself back up in a defensive position. And that trashcan looked really nice...the one next to him...
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 15, 2008 9:52:02 GMT -8
Something Nostalgic "Nice kick!" ...Landing up, stepping up into his own boxing stance, he whipped up into a dashing charge towards. But his eye was keeping watch. What would happen?
Not being as fast, he'd punch up, using his left hand as a forcible awkward jab/straight---To the side of the punk's face.
If there was time, he'd break his fist out into an open hand, over to the punk's right shoulder, as his right knee would come charging up into a knee to the bastard's stomach.
---That is, if this boy wasn't all that he appeared...OOC: Sorry if this isn't as proper quality, but... yeah. Over at school, not using my own computer, so its kinda weird. |
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Post by Zana on Mar 15, 2008 20:58:46 GMT -8
I understand XD
As Unfettred came charging forward, Zan took the time to grab the trashcan and dash daignolly sideways backward. Continuing his weird movement, he threw the trashcan at Unfettered and began to anticipate the next few movements. Suppose...suppose this guy came charging again?
Gazing at his foe, Zan figured the guy was pretty strong...he looked intimidating certainly, but just his stature made him appear strong. And Zan did not want to be hit. He had been unfortunate enough to be caught under a table, and that was enough of an impact for him.
"Say- How about the lunch period? Do you know when it's over?"
Keeping his concentration on his opponent, Zan decided to casually ask the question. Wonder what went through Unfettered's head....wonder...wonder..
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 16, 2008 21:19:39 GMT -8
OOC: ..Mm... if this bothers you, lemme know and I'll edit, but... otherwise, I'm going to be taking advantage of the lack of description of how the trashcan was thrown... SEXUALLY. =DTrashman ..A flying trashcan...
Not altogether visible, but in a blur, he'd skid down to his knees, sliding underneath the flying trashcan (painfully)... as a seemingly undettered voice came from the other side of the whirling can... the metal biting away at the edges of his face, as he looked up at the hallway's ceiling, in this incredibly uncomfortable position. How? Why? ...Well, after initiating quite a few fights with trashcans himself..."Say- How about the lunch period? Do you know when it's over?" Ignored.
Instead, charging up in an incredibly awkward manner (wasting about three seconds erecting his back in the proper position), he fell forward, slamming his right palm onto the floor, and proceeded towards the punk, barely flinging an awkward jab at the punk's nose, as he chased after the awkward steps, retreating back himself, trying to get back into his own rhythm.
...Didn't really care when Lunch was over... he didn't have a watch on him, and his cellphone was back in his locker. And now, as of any moment was the single-most insulting place and way to ask for the time.
Freshmen these days. Gosh.
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