Post by Mr. Kayvens on Aug 24, 2006 21:50:46 GMT -8
A brisk cold morning, meant a walk out through the city. Mist had started to rise from the dew-soaked plants, to create a fog-like cloud around the lower part of the city. Victor was walking along the sidewalk, heading toward his favorite cafe. He had his head down as he stared at the scuff marks and chips that had been taken off the cement sidewalks from several riots that had token place around here. His hands were stuffed into his pant-pockets, keeping themselves warm rather then suffer the cold air that was around. His right hand would occasionally come up to take the cigarette out of the man's mouth while he exhaled smoke. The warm poison coming into and out of his lungs was somewhat of a good thing to numb the pain of the cold air that tickled his throat. Of course, in this city, it was not accustom for much to happen this early in the morning. However, Victor caught ear of something happening up ahead. When he looked up he saw an opening into a familiar alley up ahead. He smirked slightly, knowing that this early in the morning it could be a gang vs. gang gun out. He simply had to check it out.
Victor quickened his pace, walking forward faster. He looked back, and left. Nobody seemed to be in the immediate area, which could have been bad, and could have been good. Stopping at the alley opening, he saw two youths fighting. One of them with a large red Mohawk, and full of piercings, the other with pale skin and a black trench coat, along with longish black hair. Normally, Victor would have just kept walking forward. However, he wasn't far from his favorite Cafe, and he didn't want any trouble being started near it that would ruin his early morning meals. He turned toward the opening, and began his walk into it. He kept it slow, he kept it quiet. Slowly he advanced, until finally when they pushed each other back, one of them spotted the older man.
"Hey, what do you want?!" the teen yelled. To his surprise, victor responded with a smirk, and a quiet chuckle.
"You either run, and go home, or fight me, and go to the hospital." Victor said. The man reached up to his cigarette, and took it out from between his lips, flicking it sideways. It left a stream of smoke behind it as it flew through the air, then hit the ground. Victor pocketed his hand again, and stood there, looking at the angered youth. In a flash, the boy came running to the man, leaping forward into a flying shoulder tackle. Victor whiped out his hands, and fell back. he brought his hands back and over his head, planting solid on the ground, and he did a backward flip. His right foot came up first, smacking the boy in the chin, but he kept flying over. Then the left foot came up, bent until directly under the kids chest, in which point it launched up, sending the kid flying forward, and bringing Victor's back flip fully over for him to land on his feet.
The teacher stared at the gothic looking boy, and gave this little boy a smirk as he heard the sickening thud of the boy hitting the ground behind him, along with the crack as the boy's arm broke. He could hear the boy groaning, which meant he was alive enough to get to a hospital. Victor smirked, and watched the kid do a strange performance.
The gothic kid pulled a knife out of his pants, and brought it to his lips, he gave Victor a large smile, and gave the edge of the blade a long lick, which cut his own tongue. The boy started to laugh quietly, before a dirty can of food came flying across the alley and smacked him in the forehead. Victor had kicked it, so the boy would stop messing around and fight. He smirked as it worked, the boy came angrily charging across the alley, bringing back the knife for an obvious stomach stab. As it came in, Victor stepped to the side, shooting his left hand down to grab the wrist of the hand that held the knife. The boy looked up at Victor, fear in his eyes. A sickening snap echoed through the alleys, followed by a scream of pain. The boy fell to his knees, and looked down at the concrete, dropping the knife. Of course, Victor, not being one to let a kid feel pain for a long time, shot his left foot forward into the boy's face, knocking him out.
As Victor turned back to the opening of the ally, he saw someone had witnessed the little scuffle.
"Hey, want do you want?"
ooc: I don't necessarily want a fight.
Victor quickened his pace, walking forward faster. He looked back, and left. Nobody seemed to be in the immediate area, which could have been bad, and could have been good. Stopping at the alley opening, he saw two youths fighting. One of them with a large red Mohawk, and full of piercings, the other with pale skin and a black trench coat, along with longish black hair. Normally, Victor would have just kept walking forward. However, he wasn't far from his favorite Cafe, and he didn't want any trouble being started near it that would ruin his early morning meals. He turned toward the opening, and began his walk into it. He kept it slow, he kept it quiet. Slowly he advanced, until finally when they pushed each other back, one of them spotted the older man.
"Hey, what do you want?!" the teen yelled. To his surprise, victor responded with a smirk, and a quiet chuckle.
"You either run, and go home, or fight me, and go to the hospital." Victor said. The man reached up to his cigarette, and took it out from between his lips, flicking it sideways. It left a stream of smoke behind it as it flew through the air, then hit the ground. Victor pocketed his hand again, and stood there, looking at the angered youth. In a flash, the boy came running to the man, leaping forward into a flying shoulder tackle. Victor whiped out his hands, and fell back. he brought his hands back and over his head, planting solid on the ground, and he did a backward flip. His right foot came up first, smacking the boy in the chin, but he kept flying over. Then the left foot came up, bent until directly under the kids chest, in which point it launched up, sending the kid flying forward, and bringing Victor's back flip fully over for him to land on his feet.
The teacher stared at the gothic looking boy, and gave this little boy a smirk as he heard the sickening thud of the boy hitting the ground behind him, along with the crack as the boy's arm broke. He could hear the boy groaning, which meant he was alive enough to get to a hospital. Victor smirked, and watched the kid do a strange performance.
The gothic kid pulled a knife out of his pants, and brought it to his lips, he gave Victor a large smile, and gave the edge of the blade a long lick, which cut his own tongue. The boy started to laugh quietly, before a dirty can of food came flying across the alley and smacked him in the forehead. Victor had kicked it, so the boy would stop messing around and fight. He smirked as it worked, the boy came angrily charging across the alley, bringing back the knife for an obvious stomach stab. As it came in, Victor stepped to the side, shooting his left hand down to grab the wrist of the hand that held the knife. The boy looked up at Victor, fear in his eyes. A sickening snap echoed through the alleys, followed by a scream of pain. The boy fell to his knees, and looked down at the concrete, dropping the knife. Of course, Victor, not being one to let a kid feel pain for a long time, shot his left foot forward into the boy's face, knocking him out.
As Victor turned back to the opening of the ally, he saw someone had witnessed the little scuffle.
"Hey, want do you want?"
ooc: I don't necessarily want a fight.
