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Post by jett on Aug 30, 2006 12:15:41 GMT -8
It was end of Jett's second period, and he decided he'd skip lunch and take a walk before third. Jett dressed casually today- or, it was considered casual by him. A thin leather coat that reached his things, black, shiny. He also liked to wear gloves everytime he went places out of the house, ... mansion, so today he wore black leather gloves that matched his jacket. A cotton black baseball cap with white outlines, a long golden belt around polyester track pants, black as well. And black running shoes to go with it. For a strange reason, Jett liked black.
Clasp! Clasp! Clasp! Footsteps echoed through the halls, as dozens and more dozens of students rushed out of classrooms and down the long hallway. Jett tagged along, though after a few minutes it seemed that they were headed for the cafeteria. Jett wanted to skip lunch, and so he turned and passed the cafeteria and continued down the everlasting hall. Soon, the footsteps stopped, and Jett had already been at the exit. He pulled the doors open, stepped out, and walked down the concrete steps, hands deep in his pockets.
Jett took a breath of the clean air, it was cold. The sky was a bit gloomy but the sun still shined bright rays through the dull clouds. Jett stopped at the sidewalk, looking around, hardly any people were around. Jett was not at all in his active mood, he was bored. He wanted entertainment.
The teenaged kid turned left down the sidewalk and afterwards stopped to lean on a sign, hands still tucked in his pockets . . .
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[ Out of Character: Eh, >.< I'm not really in my RP Mood so . . . Jett just has to get some posts, so I'm just post-whoring, kinda. ]
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Aug 30, 2006 12:39:08 GMT -8
The sight of a stranger met his eyes. Travis had no idea who he was, nor did he care. To him, he was a current goal to soon be conquered. Why did he chose that boy? Mainly because he was there.. and Travis was bored. Who knew, maybe after he beat him, depending on how he performed, maybe he would offer a position in the gang to him, if he wanted. Travis wasn't a mean kid, he just did what he wanted. He would never try to force it upon the boy. But he would definitely force a fight.
After all, Travis was coming out of an injury he had recieved from bringing down the sun god Apollo. He felt as if the injury might have put him out of his zone. He wanted to make sure that he could get back into it as soon as possible. So why not fight? He was late for school already, he would just attend once he was done. After all, it was around lunch-time right?
Travis' steel-toed boots would click against the ground as he began to move toward the boy that was now leaning upon a sign. The corners of his lips turning up as he neared, that black bandana helping to hold his redish-orange hair in place, a long with his black and silver goggles. The trenchcoat he had recieved from the god resting uponm his shoulders. Soon enough he would only be about 8 feet from the boy. He would speak out, loud enough for him to hear.
"Turn and fight.. No questions asked. Lets just fight.."
A simple request? No. It was a demand. He wanted to fight this boy. And he would definitely do it. With or without his permission. He was most-likely stronger all around, but that didn't always mean he would win the fight. He would just have to wait and see what happened.
(OOC: Lazy posts FTW! And super fast healing FTW! XD)
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Post by jett on Sept 5, 2006 16:26:23 GMT -8
"Turn and fight.. No questions asked. Lets just fight.."
A voice said from behind. Jett turned, and eyed the man. What a stupid remark, Jett thought. He smirked at the man, eyeing his steel-toe boots. "-What?" He asked.
"Excuse me, with those? I don't think so!" Jett exclaimed, turning, to walk away. After the third step, Jett bit his lip, he was bored, and he was skipping lunch, so, a friendly spar wouldn't hurt. -Thats if this guy was friendly!
He dashed around quickly, blasting a fist at the mans ribcage, and afterwards if it succeeded a knee to the gut.
[ Out of Character: >,< 2-liner, I kno. ]
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 8, 2006 16:23:52 GMT -8
(OOC: Totally forgot about this thread. Sorry.)
"-What? Excuse me, with those? I don't think so!"
Travis would have said something, if the boy had not began a dash toward him. It seemed that he wasn't going to try anything fancy. A simple opening attack. That was ok, he probably didn't expect his first attack to connect. Or at least Travis hoped so. The first attack rarely connected.
As the first punch came in, Travis would simply lift his left arm up and slam it against the boy's wrist. That would mostlikely hurt a bit, and also deflect the attack away from him. At the same time, Travis would send a quick, hard right fist foreward, aimed to slam against Jett's sternum.
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Post by jett on Sept 8, 2006 16:59:34 GMT -8
[ Out of Character: ^.^ ... Travis is not a very nice person. ]
As Jett flew toward the man, sending out a fist, he felt one slamming into his occupied wrist. Sh---! ... Jett nearly cursed in his mind, and then saw Travis' right fist closing in on his sternum.
Ouch! Jett thought as he saw the force that Travis had put into the punch, he quickly dodged to the right, where the fist wouldn't hit, since it was left on Jett's side. While he dashed to the right, Jett sent a hard knuckle-sandwich towards Travis left cheek, and then a powerful side kick into the side of Travis' stomach, below his rib.
Jett hoped Travis wouldn't do anything violent to him.
Jett would never do anything violent to anyone, unless they really deserved it or they were really getting on his nerves.
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