Jeremiah Sykes
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Jan 11, 2014 12:52:27 GMT -8
Knock knock.
Mathew would receive a visitor, whom was currently knocking at his door!
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 14, 2014 10:18:19 GMT -8
Mathew would open up the door and tilt his head at who was on the other side. Wasn't ringing any bells.
"Not interested in what you are selling."
And Mathew would go to shut the door!
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Jeremiah Sykes
QC
Posts: 227
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Jan 14, 2014 10:30:14 GMT -8
Unlike most, Jeremiah didn't give a damn that Mathew was old- people with weird ass powers in this world got all kinds of fucked up. Still, last he knew, he was at school fighting this bastard, and the next moment bombs drop and he's labeled a terrorist. It had to be his fault!
Jeremiah kicked the door open as Mathew would attempt to shut it, using a can of air freshener (Febreeze, mmm!) to attempt to blast the man in the face and blind him before using the empty bottle of liquor in his left hand to try and hit the guy over the head!
"Fuck you! You...hic...wrecked the world you bitch!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 15, 2014 14:23:35 GMT -8
He tried to kick the door open, but it was still held by Mathew's foot behind it to keep it from opening. However that last thing he was expecting was fucking febreeze to get sprayed in his face. His eyes slammed shut burning and tearing up from the chemical spray. His flesh hand moving up to try and rub his eyes as he took a step back. The bottle of liquor would smash against Mathew's head and even shatter causing a grunt of pain to escape his throat. A small trickle of blood flowing down his head and matting in his hair from being cut up with glass.
"Oh fuck you!"
He stomped his foot to send the ground shaking violently in an attempt to knock the asshole down. If he felt him fall then Mathew would attempt to drive his stone arm right into the guy's body, he couldn't aim for anywhere particular as his eyes were still burning from the chemicals. So it was just wherever he could hit him for now.
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Jeremiah Sykes
QC
Posts: 227
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on Jan 19, 2014 23:22:49 GMT -8
Jeremiah, already on shaky ground due to the alcohol, would stumble and slip, his feet shifting right out from under him as he fell flat on his back with a grunt. He rolled to his side to get up, groaning a bit at his blistering headache, when a giant stone fist smashed into the ground right where his chest was before he rolled. He blinked at it a moment, unsure of what the fuck he was seeing. Had Amtrum become a freak like everyone else? No wonder he was a wanted terrorist! He probably did all sorts of trippy ass things with that arm. Must be uncomfortable to jerk off with.
Jeremiah would snap his head back and kick, aiming for the front of Mathews knee. If it hit, he would let out a roar and rush the Earth Dragon, aiming to plow into the mans stomach and lift him up, intending to run backward with him and smash them both through the kitchen table. If that worked...well, his ass would lay there a moment groaning in pain. He was way to fucking drunk for this!
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