|
|
Post by ian on Sept 29, 2006 11:20:37 GMT -8
Ian had just got off the plan to his new home at Long Beach, CA. Tomorrow he is to start his new life at Public High School #259. Suffice to say h wasn’t looking forward to it due to the circumstances that lead him hear. As a matter of fact he did not have really many option with his dad going to war and everyone at his last school wanting to kill him Ian had no choice, but to leave. The move was over, but now comes the nervousness of meeting new people and continuing with his life.
The first stop he had to take when coming to the new area was to pick up his schedule and filling out several forms for attending the school. After that he was pretty much free to do whatever he wanted with his time. His stuff was sent to his apartment, which the school got him, so he did not have to worry about where his stuff is.
With the rest of the day free and forty dollars in his wallet Ian figure it would pleasant to have a nice walk in a local park with his black video ipod strap on his belt clip. In order to avoid the earphones getting in his way the cord went under his black tee shirt and into his ear to hear it. With a strawberry smoothie in his hand Ian slowly drank out of it as he darted his eyes back and forth observing his surroundings.
Seeing an empty bench along the path he was walking Ian decided that he could take a break for a while. AS he took his seat on the bench Ian closed his eyes for a bit in order to rest his eyes, but fell a sleep on the bench with his ipod in his ear playing. While he was sleeping his smoothie fell from his hand and rolled on to the path covering it with the strawberry drink.
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Sept 29, 2006 18:30:46 GMT -8
A simple walk. That was all that Travis had wanted. He had not planned anything. There wasn't much he felt like doing right now, but walking. Of course, if some oppertunity presented itself, and whatever it was would be fun, he'd definitely do it. He was one o have fun, his way. Anything he deemed fun, he would do it. With or without someones permission. Thats just the way he was. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. If someone had a problem with whatever he was doing, he didn't have a problem settling any arguements with the use of his fists. After all, he wanted to become stronger. To become more skilled. That would happen with time.
His walk would soon take him past a small bench. A young person, probably around Travis' age seemed to be taking a little nap. And it would seem as if he was a sob as well. As he had spilt his beverage and he hadn't bothered to even pick the cup up after it. Pitiful.
"Hey kid.. I think you spilled something.. Maybe you should pick it up?"
(OOC: Lame, I know.. But I don't feel like posting anything larger then this right now..)
|
|
|
|
Post by ian on Sept 30, 2006 15:48:53 GMT -8
Still sleeping on the bench the student heard what appeared to be someone talking down to him about some kind of mess he made. Nothing crossed his mind so Ian kept his eyes closed and tried to go back to sleep. HE did not really know how long he has been out, but he was not ready to wake up with another person right there demanding him to do work. When the person leave then Ian planned to get up and head home until then Ian planned on ignoring the person until he got feed up and left.
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Oct 5, 2006 14:22:19 GMT -8
He watched the boy, and it would seem that he would simply ignore Travis. Now that was something Travis hated. Being ignored. And he could feel himself get slightly angry. And then something clicked in his mind. A smirk crossed Travis' face as he would crouch down. The drink the boy had spilt would be lifted a bit, and it seeed that there was a still a good amount of his beverage left in the cup. Just enough to dump it on the boy. And with that in mind, Travis stood up.
He would then take a step back, and stare at the boy for a few more seconds. Then, his arm would cock backwards and he would shoot it foreword. That liquid would fly and it was aimed to slash right into the sleeping boy's face. Travis would simply laugh, and step back again. He had asked the boy.. somewhat nicely to pick it up. but he hadn't. And this is what he got.
|
|
|
|
Post by ian on Oct 6, 2006 11:11:27 GMT -8
Jumping out of the bench Ian swore in a really loud voice as the cold beverage that he had dropped while he was sleeping all of a sudden got thrown on him. He did not know who did it, or really care, but there was hell to pay for that insult that had just happen. Looking up at the stranger who obviously threw the drink at him Ian swore loudly, “Why the f_ck did you do something like that?”
Not even waiting for an answer Ian quickly pulled off his jacket and used it as a towel of sorts to get the drink off. Even though it wasn’t wet Ian’s skin was very sticky which got annoying very fast. Throwing his jacket on the ground Ian looked up to see the kid standing there obviously with a smirk. Without a second thought Ian quickly moved forward and with his right hand in a fist sent an uppercut straight towards the chin of the stranger. As he did that Ian shouted loudly, “Take that j_ck_ss!”
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Oct 6, 2006 11:52:04 GMT -8
“Why the f_ck did you do something like that?”
"..."
Travis wouldn't answer him. He would simply laugh at him inside his head. This boy didn't know what he was getting himself into. If he had only listened, and cleaned up his mess before, then this wouldn't even take place. And the boy wouldn't get hurt. But seeing as he had come at Travis first, it was simply self-defense, and Travis would be 'forced' to defend himself, and neutralize this 'threat'.
And as the boy came at him, he had shouted something out. Travis didn't even listen. He was concentrated on watching the boy. And making sure he didn't try anything tricky. And he didn't. He simply came foreword with a attack. An uppercut, aimed for Travis' face. Not the smartest move, in fact, if Travis wanted he could ground the boy with his own attack, but he wouldn't. Instead, he would attack and simply cause damage to him. Yes, Damage was always fun!
And was the boy threw his uppercut, Travis would simply lean back, so that the uppercut passed by a few inches away from him, and as the boy had uppercut, he had left his chest area open. And thats what Travis would target. He would send his upper-body foreword once again, his right fist balled as he twisted into h is attack, sending a mean straight punch directly to the boy's chest, right below the solar plexus. Now Travis was strong, and there was definitely the possibility that this boy's ribs could crack from this blow. But he wasn't aiming to hurt him that bad yet.
|
|
|
|
Post by ian on Oct 7, 2006 13:19:40 GMT -8
Seeing his attack being avoided with ease Ian was about to send in another attack, but before he could do that the student hit him in the chest, which hurt a lot. The blow was strong and worse it came as a surprise to Ian so he could not set up any sort of defense block the attack, or lessening it so it sent Ian back a few inches.
Falling to his knees Ian opened his mouth as he gripped his chest with his hands and started to lean forward. Breathing hard Ian tried to catch his breath after the attack, and slowly Ian started to regain his normal breathing. Breathing in deeply Ian rose to his and moved his hands to his sides. Ian felt a bit of pain in his chest, but nothing to serious as to demand immediate assistant, in any case Ian figure it was just a bruise something.
Looking up at the stranger Ian moved his right hand right underneath his heart as he stared as the stranger. It was obvious that the person in front of him was stronger than him. Also it was clear that if Ian continues to fight then he would be in way more pain then before. It wasn’t the power of the hit that hurt the most, but the surprise and speed of the attack that hurt the most.
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Oct 7, 2006 15:37:55 GMT -8
"Hmph.."
Travis would stare at the boy after he had delivered his precise little blow there. Travis wasn't dumb. And he wasn't slow either. He could read attacks relatively well. Though he wasn't always right. This time though, he had landed a near-perfect blow, and the boy before him had probably just realized it too. Travis' lips would curl into a rather mocking smirk as he continued to eye the boy. Those vivid blue orbs shimmering brightly.
"Whats wrong kid? Realize that you might have made a little.. mistake?"
If anything, he was trying to get the kid angry. He still wanted to go on with this fight. He still wanted to show this kid just how dangerous he could be given the right circumstances. All he needed was for the kid to attack again, and to make a mistake. But he wasn't so sure it would happen. He would just have to wait and see.
|
|
|
|
Post by ian on Oct 8, 2006 9:20:35 GMT -8
Fully on his feet Ian spat out to the side as he heard the remark that the student had given him indicting that the guy was full of him self. A smart move would have been to get out of that fight as soon as possible, but like most people thinking is never on the top of the list when an emergency happens. Bring both of his hands up in front of him Ian crossed his arms over each other. Tightening his fist Ian then swung them to his side as he looked again at the person with a nasty grin on his face.
Getting irritated at the confidence of the person in front of him, but if anything it was because Ian knew the guy was better, said in a rigid and bitter voice, “I… I… Will show you who made the mistake _ssh_l_.”
The whole time Ian said that his arms where twitching as his muscles and fist tighten indicting an urge to do something quite rash. Keeping his arms close to his body Ian went straight for another attack.
Leaning slightly to his right Ian had his right elbow in a 45-degree angle form his body and threw a right jab with his hand rotating it his knuckles where facing up and sent the punch straight towards his opponents face. Having a feeling the opponent would dodge the first punch Ian then sent a straight left hand punch towards his opponents chin while bringing his right hand back. Once that attack went in and collided, or avoided, Ian would then move his right arm in position and deliver a right hook punch straight towards his opponent’s jaw while rotating his body to the right. If that shot would be avoided again Ian then planned to finish up his combo with an uppercut with his left hand.
Hopefully his opponent would be full of him self to play games with Ian instead of ending it quick. Which would mean that the opponent would be concern with avoiding the attacks instead of countering.
|
|
|
|
Post by Travis Delmonte on Oct 8, 2006 13:43:41 GMT -8
“I… I… Will show you who made the mistake _ssh_l_.”
When the boy spoke, a wide smile broke out on Travis' face. He couldn't keep himself from laughing. He would let out a few small chuckles and then prepare himself as his opponent approached. Travis' arms would lift a bit, close to his body as well. After all, he was a kick boxer, and it would seem that this kid would know some kind of boxing. So then it would be a match! woohoo! Though Travis wasn't going to play nice. He wasn't going to play games with this boy. He had came at him again and now it was going to be time to end it.
And when the boy through is first punch, Travis would react. No, he would dodge, and he wouldn't pull off a simply block either. Instead, he would strike. His body would twist with his own right arm as it was sent foreword. But no, his attack wasn't aimed at his opponent's face. It was aimed at the hand that was coming toward Travis. Yes, he was going to strike that boy's hand with a lot of strength, knuckles first and hopefully damage it for the time being, and knock that fist away. And as that left had came in, instinct struck Travis and would would send his left fist foreword to meet that boy's. Seeing as he was faster, and stronger, there was almost no doubt that both attacks would be deflected, leaving the boy's center clear once again.
And now came the fun part. Seeing as both the boy's fists would most-likely be hit and deflected, Travis would attempt a move that he had never tried before, but always saw on TV! What is it you ask?! DROPKICK! This would happen rather quickly as he sent his slightly pained hands backwards, behind him, as he jumped into the air, legs bending and then shooting out, both boots aimed to slam against the kicks chest and send him toppling backwards against that bench he had been sleeping on earlier. Course, Since Travis had sent his arms backwards,he would catch himself as he hit the ground, and make sure his head didn't hit. Boy it would be awesome if that landed.
|
|
|
|
Post by ian on Oct 8, 2006 15:07:18 GMT -8
Seeing his first hit avoided Ian quickly sent in his left hand for the second attack of his combo hoping that would give off the same results. It did not matter if he blocked it or avoided it the attack would have the desire results and make another opening for his next attack. Unfortunately things never worked out as he would wish and the way his opponent avoided his attack made it possible to lunch a stronger couther to his attack.
When both of the fighters fist collided a shot of pain went straight through Ian’s arm. Moving his hand back as recoil of the attack Ian felt blood dripping from his hands, and had the feeling he cracked something. As his hand went backwards Ian quickly used the momentum to rotated out of the way to his right.
He wasn’t able to continue with his combo, but as he started to fall to his right he spotted his opponent going to perform what looked like a dropkick. Trying to move quickly out of the way Ian manage to get out of the direct path of the kick, but still felt it graze against his chest. When Ian felt that he twitched as he felt the pain go through his body.
Falling to the ground back first Ian quickly rolled over and tried to get himself up. He placed his hand on ground followed with his left hand. As soon as the left hand touched the ground a pulse of pained surged through his body that caused him to quickly remove his left hand from the ground. Brining it in close Ian then used his right hand and stood up once more. Quickly glancing at his left hand Ian knew that something had cracked because his hand was twitching a bit and covered with blood and hurt a little.
Twitching a second at the pain regained his posture and stood up with his right hand in a fist ready for what is to come next. Ian had his left arm lay idly along the side of his body trying not to move it too much and with his right had his elbow bent and hand in a fist. His legs where evenly spread out and stood firmly on the ground. Looking up Ian stared at where his opponent was and breathing hard said in a low voice, “Lets continue shall we?”
|
|
