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Dec 27, 2005 15:48:34 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 27, 2005 15:48:34 GMT -8
((Yes... seeing that in his sketch book made me giggle... and then he told me he was going to make it his signature, and I knew it would be all the rage for a while...))
Jean was not fully concious yet... but she heard someone... a voice. An angel, perhaps? No... not an angel... for she was still cold and in pain. Heaven is not like that. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a pitiful moan.
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Jan 8, 2006 15:44:55 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Jan 8, 2006 15:44:55 GMT -8
(.. alright, i guess i"ll continue) Garret returned shortly, a large man quick behind him. It wasn't long before they helped Jean, in her altered level of consciousness, into Jeffrey's arms and toward the large vehicle. Garret looked behind them, seeing that they had begun to attract onlookers. "C'mon!"
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PARTY!
Jan 8, 2006 15:48:01 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Jan 8, 2006 15:48:01 GMT -8
"Move! Get out of the way!" Kris said as he pushed people out of his path. He sprinted as fast as he could towards the limo.
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Jan 9, 2006 10:39:22 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 9, 2006 10:39:22 GMT -8
Jean's bleeding head bobbed along as she was rushed to the limo. She had heard more voices. Where was she? Was she with HIM? Her mind began to scream at her... she might be in his arms right now. She tried in vain to wrestle out of the position she was in... if it was that boy, she wanted away.
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Jan 9, 2006 14:52:38 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Jan 9, 2006 14:52:38 GMT -8
Kris continued sprinting for a long time...until it hit him. Kenny was still back there. He may be unconscious...but Kris didn't want any of the Jocks friends to help him out...Kenny deserved jail-time. He wouldnt let him escape that. Kris stopped and yelled to Garret, "Go without me! I have stuff to do!" Not the best excuse ever, but he managed to make it up quick enough. Now waiting for a reply, he ran back to Kenny...
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PARTY!
Jan 9, 2006 14:55:00 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Jan 9, 2006 14:55:00 GMT -8
Where was Michael through all of this? Everything had seemed to fly by in a matter of moments. It were as if his mind had been put on pause while the rest of time flowed smoothely. Slowly shifting his head from one side to the other, he opened his eyes slightly and looked up. The area was hot and muggy. From what he could gather, the room smelled like sweat. Where was he?
"Well, lookie there; the little hero is finally coming to," a mid-pitched voice said amidst the blur. Was that someone above him? Getting a sharp pain to his gut, Michael grinded his teeth and clenched his fists as his body bent forwards. Being shoved back down, it was now felt that Michael was laying on a bench in the middle of a locker room. Then he was in the presence of the comrades in which Michael had "taken care of"; the football team. Recieving a sharp kick to the side, Michael winced and clenched his fists tightly. "You should know that you don't mess with the football team; we're the best of the best kid, and now you will see why."
"Because you fight single people in large numbers. The true color of your mascot is yellow," Michael replied wiping blood from his lip. Then the team lost it, and began beating and wailing on Michael as if he were a fallen punching bag.
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PARTY!
Jan 9, 2006 15:38:47 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Jan 9, 2006 15:38:47 GMT -8
Garret gave Kris a nod, worrying instead about Jean and not Kris. This was all Michael's fault.. Michael and himself... Worst Dance ever. As Jeffrey loaded Jean into one of the seats in the back, Garret sat beside her, and buckled in. "Shall I leave yet sir?" asked the man in a British posh accent. Garret wondered if the others were getting in too. Peering through the blackened one-way windows, he saw that Kris was leaving and Michael had seemingly vanished. He couldn't see Bly because of a blind-spot the window had.
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Jan 9, 2006 16:36:21 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Jan 9, 2006 16:36:21 GMT -8
Kenny was gone. The spot where his body should have been, was already covered in snow. He looked around for any sign of him...or Mike. Where was he? Kris shook his head...some fun night this turned out to be. Every fun occation Kris went to, it seemed to turn to disaster, he was cursed. He laughed at himself for thinking such silly things. But he couldnt help but blame himself for what happened to Jean...If he would of just stayed with her...rather than running away...Kris again tossed those thoughts aside, what would his friends think if they knew he was thinking that...
He saw a few jocks closer to the gym. One of them waved towards another. Kris overheard something that sounded like, "Come on!" Suspicious, they were still in there jerseys...Friends of Kenny's no doubt...And friends of Kenny's, lead to Kenny.
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Jan 11, 2006 15:52:50 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Jan 11, 2006 15:52:50 GMT -8
Kris followed the men into the locker room. Cheers echoed through it, along with several grunts of pain. Kris peered around the corner to find the source. He struggled to not yell as he learned of the mans identity. Mike! Mike could handle the pain, Kris knew that physical pain meant nothing. He had to stop it....how? Rushing in like a fool would be...foolish. He had to take them one on one...Unfortunatly for Kris, as soon as he began constructing his master plan, a man came from behind. Staring at Kris in a battle stance.
(Could someone do me a favor and RP the bad guy. I don't want it to be a one sided fight.)
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Jan 12, 2006 14:12:21 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 12, 2006 14:12:21 GMT -8
Jean moaned once more as she was put down. Where was she? What was going to happen to her? Who was with her? She was scared, but there was nothing that she could do about that... not at the moment, anyway. She reached out her hand feebly, trying to find out if there was someone near her.
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Jan 12, 2006 17:43:09 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Jan 12, 2006 17:43:09 GMT -8
Garret felt Jean's hand brush against his. He turned to look at her.. she looked alright considering the drama that nearly stuck a bullet in his chest. "Hey.. You alright?" Garret asked, turning his head to look at her for a second, before turning his gaze again out the one sided window. He lost sight of Kris, and people were staring at the Limo, but they soon got bored.
Garret turned to her again...
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Jan 13, 2006 15:42:52 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Jan 13, 2006 15:42:52 GMT -8
((*Sigh* All of these emotions in real life are friggin' ruining the RPs. I wish you'd all just stick with it...))
Jean knew the voice. She opened her eyes to a tired squint. "Garret? What happened? Where am I?"
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PARTY!
Jan 13, 2006 19:36:11 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Jan 13, 2006 19:36:11 GMT -8
"That kenny guy... The one who whisked you into his arms..." Garret began with a light tone of resentment, though he let it out with a sigh. It was his fault too.. if he hadn't been a jerk and laughed when mike rained water down on her then this thing wouldn't have happened at all. "Sorry.. Kenny I think was trying to.. to do.. something to you. Punched his nose in... but then he came at us with a gun, pointing it right at me." Garret stared at the seatbelt, surprised at how he was still shaking. It wasn't that long ago at all when it happened.. he could have been killed. The thought seemed to just reach his head, and Garret blanched. "..uh.. well,..He ended up losing and we rushed you into Mike's car, Jeffrey, his driver, helped us get you here...and that's basically what happened," with a longwinded sigh, he leaned back and stared at the roof of the car. "Next time.. I think I'll just sit the next dance out.." he said, forcing a chuckle out of the whole situation. It seemed rather funny to him apparantly.
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Jan 16, 2006 21:25:52 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Jan 16, 2006 21:25:52 GMT -8
(Really long fight scene, and a major part of the storyline)
The punch was far to wide to possibly hit Kris. He leapt to the left, and delivered a roundhouse kick to the ribs of the one you did the initial punching. The man lost all the air in his lungs, he fell to his knees grasping his chest. His feeble attempts at breathing only fueled Kris's rage. (lol, feeble) He figured it would be best to end his agony by simply knocking him unconscious. So he kicked the temple of the man who was kneeling. Kris spat on his unconscious body.
Two other men bursted through the door. As they ran towards Kris, he caught a glimpse of what was going on in the locker room. "Mike!" Mike was hurt...bad. He wouldnt last long under the circmstances of his physical being at the time... (yay, more sophistication!) Kris was suddenly overpowered with anger. He let the two men come at him. Let them think they had an edge...Kris wanted to see the look on thier faces when they realized their attempts were for nothing...
The first man punched at Kris's face, Kris simply waved his right arm in a clockwise motion. As he blocked he grabbed the mans arm, right above the wrist, and lifted high. The sound of tearing ligaments and strained bones echoed through the hall, along with the poor souls scream of pain. The next punch Kris delivered was to his Kidney. Kris let go, knowing of the mans defeat, with a broken wrist, he surely could not fight.
There were three men left in the Locker room. One of them Kenny, who at this point seemed to be healed from his "rough night". Kris walked towards Mike, at a laid back pace. He didnt seem tense, it almost seemed like he didnt know how much trouble he was in. One of the men ran up to Kris, at a full sprint. Kris muttered, "Foolish..." as he grabbed his arm and pulled it back. He extended his foot to throw off the mans footing. Sending him flat on his face...Except he didnt hit the floor, he hit a wall. His fce was bleeding badly, his nose clearly broken. He felt the wound, and fainted from the pain and loss of blood.
Kris had marks of blood upon his gloves. He looked at them as he continued his walk. Why did any of this happen? Was it his fault? He knew it wasnt...but something inside him continued to itch at his brain...What if he had stayed there? If he had stayed with Jean...Maybe, just maybe...Kris was cut short by a kick in the back of the knee.
Kris fell, but continued the momentum by flinging his leg around, tripping the one who did the kicking. He fell, and struggled to get up. Kris was trained in several different fighting styles, he could easily get up faster than that man. He got up just as the man was on his knee. Kris kneed him in the face, sending him down again. Kris kicked the side of his head.
(man, they really arent fighting back much, but hey, its my imagination)
Kenny looked at Kris. Before this, Kris wasnt even a threat. Sure he took on one of his goons. But Kenny had no idea Kris could go so crazy like this...
Kris, after making eye contact with Kenny, went into a sprint. The man next to Kenny ran off, after seeing what happened to his comrades. Kenny walked around towards Kris. Who clenched his fists in pure rage. Kris said, "What did you do to Jean..." Kenny was taken aback at this. Was that why he was fighting so hard. Because he though Kenny had harmed Jean. That was a dedication Kenny had never experienced, he laughed. "HA! I didnt "do" anyth"- Kris cut him off by sprinting towards him. As Kris ran, Kenny pulled out a switchblade from his pocket.
Kris didnt see it until it was too late. The knife caught him square in the stomach. Kris put his chin on Kenny's shoulder as he struggled to not cry out. He grunted instead, "Dang...you" Kris backed up a few feet...until falling onto the ground.
Kenny laughed at Kris. That was pathetic! He didnt even touch him! Now...back to Mike. "Enjoy the show?" He said as he slapped Mike across the face.
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May 26, 2007 21:30:01 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on May 26, 2007 21:30:01 GMT -8
Jean's eyes flew open. She was strong mentally, and mental researves could do amazing things to the physical side of the body when it had enough power. She faught against her body's will and sat up, looking only slightly blearily at Garret. "If all of you helped me, where are the other boys? Garret, where're Kris and Mike? Kenny is dangerous, and he has goons... Gerret, where are they?" Hysteria was pretty understandable at this point...
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