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Post by lyle on Jun 6, 2007 18:45:07 GMT -8
((I don't expect to change rules here, we obviously have great stat differences, but I expect a fight here, and nothing short of it.))
Walking in a firm stride, he couldn't care what was happening around him. His mind was in other places, his anger building with each thump of his white covered feet. The Sens had lost, the Cup had gone to the Ducks, a team that didn't deserve such a trophy or title. He'd followed those Sens since he'd come to America too, their foreign sense intriguing him. He'd also done some hockey before, and it seemed to be one of the few things that could cool his nerves. Whether the ice, or the feel of smashing someone's face into a wall. It was all good. His feet tapped on the floor, his pace rather quick. He tried to remember why he was here, and figured it was because of the challenge. He'd accepted it, or maybe it could have been the other way round. The sleeveless shirt upon him cascaded with the build wind. Trees around him shimmered, it was a park in Long Beach that seemed oddly cold, especially for this time of year. He brushed off the thoughts, trying to clear his angered mind...
He needed to hit something.
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Post by jacob on Jun 6, 2007 19:24:15 GMT -8
The park, a place of beauty and joy, and a nice place to steal some money from a few little kids. See, there was a perfect dollar on the ground, so Jacob took it though a four year old instantly declared that he stole his money. Not wanting to give the dollar back, Jacob quickly went for a sprint running away from the kid! He was fast as lightning, and there was no way that snobby little toddler could catch up to him at all! Indeed, victory was Jacob, and the dollar was his. He looked back to see if the kid was catching up, but unfortunately, when he turned back to look in front of him, he found a guy right in front of him! If he didn't do something quick, Jacob would soon collide into him, and that would be painful. Little did Jacob know this was the same guy he was here at the park to see anyways, something about a fight if he remembered correctly.
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Post by lyle on Jun 6, 2007 19:35:34 GMT -8
Both minds were somewhere else, ironic in ways, maybe one of them would laugh one day about it.. Nah, this wasn't one of those stories. Someone was going to bring the pain today, if they could only find out who the other was. But neither the frantic rush of a thief or hate of a hockey team could prevent them from colliding here and now, it was obvious. They rattled each other, bone meeting bone, a small layer of skin and muscle doing nothing to stop the imminent sting of confusion that would rest upon both as they found themselves in their own heaps on the ground. Vincent cursed the foreign invader, crashing on the ground, annoyed already at the oblivious would be passer by, who would walk into him. But his expression froze in time, space itself ripping as a small light went on in his dark and desolent head. Oh it appeared to him it was possible, yes. A pick pocket, and nothing short of it. His eyes shot daggers, closing slightly, aiming at the other set before him. Springing into action, though slowly, his body flowed back up, eying the man, waiting for his reply. He didn't talk much any... But maybe he would, today was a day of change, as he'd looked for the fight. His voice rang out in accusation, "Watch where your going next time, eh, some people are honestly trying to get through here, instead of fooling around." His eyes fell upon a small silhouette in the distance, possibly the first victim of the night, a tiny boy. Figured, he looked to be the oldest person here at the moment anyway. Waiting to find the slip of his hand or his wallet upon the ground, he prepared for the first strike.
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Post by jacob on Jun 19, 2007 14:42:36 GMT -8
He rammed right into the guy, but managed to twist his body where his right slide would slide off the other guy's right slide where Jacob would then inch forward managing to stay on his feet though stumbling a few feet forward. The little boy heard the distant cry of his mother, and gave up his hot pursuit, tears trailing down from his eyes as his quest to regain his dollar was destroyed. As for Jacob, well he was now focused on the other guy, and forgot completely about the dollar that started it all in the first place. He blinked a few times, soaking in the words this guy was saying, but didn't see any meaning throughout either one of them.
"Um... perhaps you should just try staying out of my way the next time."
It was spoken with a shrug, honestly Jacob would of said he was 'sorry' or something, but this guy was being rude before he even had a chance, thus he completely changed his mind. Jacob would slip the one dollar into his pocket with his right hand, both of his eyes staring at this guys as he walked a few more steps backward, ready to turn around and walk away pretending this never happened.
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Post by lyle on Jun 20, 2007 20:23:02 GMT -8
This was irritating, these darn American all acted the same. Like assholes, if that was the word, thought Vincent. It's all gone unchecked so far by the native German, who was quickly losing all patience he had with the pathetic excuse of human beings. These Americans. These words, these movements, there! The fool thinks he can move his hands all about and hide what belongs not to him, as though all are blind to his actions. Because that's how it is. That was it, he noted, his left fist cranked back, the opposite leg striding forward and sinking within the ground. His left hand stood before him in defense as his body twisted and contorted in rage. Oh this would be painful probably, but oh would it satisfy his need for confrontation with these fucking Americans. And in a second, just like his fist had disappeared behind him as he began the wind up, now it flashed back before both set of eyes with incredible speed, rocketing forth with strength as Vincent's whole body began to move forward with the strike. His eyes flashed red and his anger boiled over, fizzing no longer. It was unleashed, it would sit no longer. It stood proudly! The fist rushed quickly for the thief's chest, ready to pound deeply into whatever rest in its path. The attack was aiming for the left of his opponent's chest, hoping to push him back and more to the left, giving Vincent a chance to set him off guard and then follow up with another powerful strike.
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Post by jacob on Jun 22, 2007 18:06:57 GMT -8
A split second before the attack, a smirk spread wide across on Jacob's lips, his body quickly tensing up the exact second the charge had begun. The gap was quickly being filled between the two of them as he charged forward, both of Jacob's eyes having a bright glitter of confidence flash within them. When the attack was closing in, Jacob took a simple side step to the left, tilting his body away, and forcing the punch to scrape harshly and uncomfortably against his left nipple before sliding off without making any direct contact. To add conflict with the man's momentum, Jacob quickly stuck his right leg out instead of placing it on the ground. With the man's charge forward, the foot was aimed to hit the ankles to send him tumbling harshly to the ground. The movements were fluid, only a small wince of pain being shown by his eyebrows moving inward toward his nose. His entire body was pumping adrenaline already due to that little game of tag he had to play with the kid, and there for, his physical abilities were already heightened. The smirk on his face was wiped when he began to make the movements, now getting focused for the time being, not letting himself slip. He was hoping that he would pull off his attempt to trip this charging force.
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Post by lyle on Jun 25, 2007 19:12:10 GMT -8
The hell, he was fast. But Vincent was angry, his mind not blind, but controlled and filled with the substance. It was thick, scattered across the inner walls, living and existing.. finally awakening. Yes-, Yes. His jean coated right leg rushed forward as his attack prepped, but his opponent was already off and nearly into the ground as his right arm came swinging round, nothing short of a bat out of hell. But just much more strait forward, if anything. All of this was neat and somewhat tight, there was little margin for error, never the less. But his opponent ran off, trying to seriously dodge his blow and then shock his opponent with his feet. One could only be so lucky however, as he looked for a nearly planted foot, which strode forth with power. Nothing flimsy, nothing quick, not too fluid. It was out there, like brick. His legs had always been his finest quality, if one was comparing his body aspects. And so his foot held tightly, his ankle moving slightly as he pushed forward but a bit to counter his opponent. The hell, that he, an American, would get the jump on him with such an attack. His blood poured in and out of his heart, his muscles contracting and expanding as he shoved with his body. Above his torso also worked hard, keeping up with the rest of his toned figure. His right arm, the striker bent, his elbow now becoming a pointed weapon, which he'd now inflict upon his opponent. Below their feet tangled though, and this posed a problem. One that could be fixed however as now he moved forward off his left foot, his shoulder moving at the same time as he rushed toward his opponent a good foot or so, hoping to do more than just graze him this time. This was nothing short of fluid. Making sure though he wouldn't topple over or leave himself too far out, he bent his other arm, ready for anything that would come of this fight in the park. .
"Jacob quickly stuck his right leg out instead of placing it on the ground."
Assuming that you dodged and kept it in the air the whole time, somehow.
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Post by jacob on Jun 26, 2007 17:36:00 GMT -8
A small frown began to form on Jacob's lips when he found his trip to be ineffective, but he didn't have time to complete the small facial gesture because he was being attacked once more. Unfortunately, both of his eyes were remaining on this guy's upper body, but seeing his upper offensive drop was never a good sign. With only a split second, Jacob managed to make a small hop off his left leg backward, but the leg still managed to land right on his stomach. Jacob's form didn't suffer much, both of his feet managing to plant onto the ground, obviously him leading off with his right leg, his left slid back a small bit due to that. He had his arms up in a defensive boxing like position, covering a wide area of his body. Both of his eyes showed a glitter of confidence within them, but now he had a much more stern look on his face than before. All of his muscles tensed a bit, his eyes keeping a lock on gaze right toward the one who was launching this assault on him.
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