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Post by Trizen Takano on May 5, 2009 0:45:42 GMT -5
As Trizen kept running and avoiding the series of students that coincidentally loitered the halls for no apparent purpose, the boy made sure not to waste time looking for these classrooms. He knew there was at least one, but he couldn't know for sure. Classes were still in session -- from his understanding -- and it would be the first time he would've actually stepped inside these rooms.
"Young man!" one of the teachers was yelling at him to stop and a few other students were on his tail. Looking back, he didn't see Tash.
'Ah crud...' he thought to himself as he full stopped and pulled his elbows back. Both students that were behind him were hit straight in the centre of their gut and slowly fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry you two, but I don't have time right now," he said to the students on the ground whilst another set of five were after him. He recognized them from the riots a few weeks back. It seemed a lot of people wanted a piece of Trizen since that time. It was Trizen's first real time proving himself in the midst of the school populus.
"Damn it," the boy cursed as he looked back in his original direction and started his sprint again. The five students were a good ways from Trizen who had made a sharp right turn down the hallway.
Now that it was a straightaway, he knew he had to get as far north as possible to get the end of the building. The five students were on his tail even now, though they weren't anywhere close with Trizen's speed besting them. However, when Trizen stopped, that's when the problems would start. He'd have to fight his way through and that's what Trizen didn't have time for. As the boy ran, he'd have to improvise his way into the clear zone.
"There he is! Get him!"
There were kids at the other end of the hall. Looks like cell phones were used to try and trap the boy. Trizen gritted his teeth as he knew he was trapped... but then. The sign. It was literally a sign from above.
"Home Economics"
'Finally,' the boy would use his full speed to try and get to the door before both groups met him. It would be a tight race as thankfully a young freshman had opened the wooden door. Using whatever momentum he had, Trizen leaped, pushed the freshman back inside and closed the door behind him.
"That was close," Trizen said as he was on the ground face first. He tripped after he closed the door. The freshman, on the other hand, was all nervous and such. He was alone and freaked out. Scared. About what? "Hey kid, is this the home whatever class?"
The freshman nodded. Still shaking.
"Hey look, I need flour. Got any in here?" Trizen asked as his eyes wandered around the room.
The freshman nodded again as he watched the boys outside trying to bang their way into the classroom.
"Don't worry, I'll handle them. Where's the flour?"
The freshman pointed to a cabinet on the east end of the room. Thankfully it wasn't on the top shelves.
Trizen walked over to the cabinet underneath the kitchen's counter and opened it to find six fresh and unopened flour bags. He smiled as he knew there was finally progress. One by one, he started putting the bags of flour on the stainless steel counter behind him. They were rather full, and Trizen wondered how many of them he would be able to take with him, but he'd worry about that... afterwards. The freshman was creeping towards the door.
"Whoa wait a minute!" Trizen shouted. The other kid stopped. "At least tell me where you guys keep the deodorant."
The greenhorn of a freshman looked completely afraid. He reached down into his left pants pocket and took out a stick of deoderant. What were the odds? He tossed it to Trizen who had quickly put the sixth pack of flour on the table to catch the stick. Then the freshman did something else. He timidly put a reach down his pants. Yes, his pants. After fishing for a while, the boy pulled out the spray of deodorant that matched the stick. It was a little sticky and stunk terribly, but the freshman tossed it to Trizen anyways. Regrettably, Trizen caught the sticky deodorant spray and grimaced. But then the freshman opened the door and ran out of the room. The idiot had opened the door for the ten students who was trapped outside earlier.
"Shit..." Trizen swore again. He didn't like swearing, but it was for situations he was under pressure from.
"You were breaking the rules and running in the halls. We're gonna teach you a lesson." The punks said as they approached the silver table.
"Splendid. Hope those guys are doing alright..."
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Post by Tash on May 5, 2009 1:47:56 GMT -5
Talking to Sam had set her behind Trizen as he sprinted off up the stairs. And now with the action going on around Orange it took her longer than she liked to skirt away from the skirmish and bolt after Trizen, mumbling under her breath the whole time. As soon as she was clear of the war zone that was the classroom, she took off down the hall, flying up the stairs two at a time.... And coming to an abrupt halt by the Home Ec classroom. There was a group of students gathered around the door...no sign of Trizen in the hall...and the miniature mob didn't sound friendly
"You were breaking the rules and running in the halls. We're gonna teach you a lesson."
"Merda!!!" She cursed. They did not have time for a fight right now. But it looked like that's what she was going to have to get. Her jade green eyes scanned the unruly suspects. Freshmen and sophomores. The odds weren't good but once she got to Trizen she figured she'd be fine. Well, here's going to hell in a handbasket....
She gave no sign of her arrival. Didn't start her attack with a smart assed and witty introduction. That would waste breath, time, and the element of surprise. The only warning they had was the thump of her heavy soled, steel toed Doc Martens against the concrete as she launched herself at the backs of the two nearest students. She doesn't normally go for the brute force attack...because usually it's what's expected. And Tash doesn't like doing what's expected. But they aren't expecting Trizen to have backup. The element of surprise will give her just the edge she needs.
Her leap is aimed high: she goes flying towards the first two's unprotected backs like a panther, her hands coming around on either side of their heads and slamming their skulls together. Her momentum carries her into them, off balancing them as she cracks their heads against each other. She's thrown a little off balance by her own trajectory but their bodies before they fall are enough of a buffer and she pushes off their backs to right herself, helping them in their brief journey to the ground.
Ah, now they know she's here. She ducks a punch from a lanky blonde guy, sucker punching him in the gut and slapping him hard across the face. Sure it doesn't seem like the most badass thing to do but everyone forgets how much a good hard slap in the face hurts...and how disorienting it is until it happens to you. One Doc slams into his stomach sending him up against the doorframe. He sits down hard, winded. Three down....seven to go. Come on Trizen, get your ass in gear! I'm not fuckin' Lara Croft here!.
One girl jumps her from behind and Tash coughs harshly as her air supply is cut off. The girl isn't bigger than her but it's still a good hundred pounds hanging on her neck. Tash picks her feet up and launches herself back falling on top of the girl, her elbows bent and back to slam into the girl's ribs. Yup, that was gonna bruise. She didn't make it up quite fast enough though. One of the little pisciones aimed a kick at her side. She rolled but it still clipped her pretty hard and Ow! Occo! Motherfucker, that killed! Shit that would leave a fugly bruise. Then the brat made the mistake of aiming another kick at her ribs...which was, oddly enough, exactly what she was hoping for. Fucking freshman, they didn't know the first thing about leaving their options open. Tash reared up on her knees - which wasn't fun on account of the hard concrete - but worth it as she grabbed his foot and ankle on the downswing, yanking hard and putting her whole body weight behind it and flipping him off his one remaining steady leg. As he falls, she jumps up, cat-quick and pounces on him where he's laying on the ground, landing a good hard thump to the back of his neck. That should keep him down for a while.
Yes! An opening. The door was clear for a minute. Some of the little punks had obviously gone for Trizen. She dove through the door.
"Worry about them first! We'll take care of the flour once we've taken care of them!"
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Post by James Everwood on May 5, 2009 2:37:43 GMT -5
-Enter one eyed pacifist-
Background on James for those who don't know? Sure why not. James, friendly one eyed man who was legally emancipated and works for a living, poor, broke, and constantly working his construction job. He is definitely the guy who doesn't have the best of luck, but he's a pacifist. That being said, with seven days a week school schedules and hours upon hours of homework, on top of two jobs and several assignments James has been getting 2 hours of sleep a night if that.
"That's it," He said, and when he was walking to one of his classrooms to beg for a chance, he noticed that guy, what was his name... Mr. Orange? Yeah that was it, he was one of the reasons James was so busy... and he was attacking students! The there was a huge hole in the ceiling exposing the third floor, and James in all his frustration and lack of sleep attacked. James, the American working boy who was a definite pacifist would duck and dive through people running as fast as he could, plant in front of the man and throw a right fist towards the mans nose to try and break it.
"YOUR THE REASON MY LIFE IS SO HORRIBLE YOU JERK!" He yelled out, and in the corner of his eye he noticed he had passed by Sara, and part of him grinned as he looked at her. At least he had seen a friendly face, but his eye was completely not focused on his attack.
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Post by Cain on May 5, 2009 6:17:46 GMT -5
And the young man named Nick volunteered to distract the big giant in orange, with a girl following after him. Cain's eyes widened. Talk about suicide. However, instead of a frown, a grin crept up to the junior's face. He was going to be their back-up. At that, the ex-552 School Captain stepped forward and was about to break into a sprint when he caught the movement of the giant. He was not that fast, and considering his size, it was quite easy to spot his movements. However, that did not mean that he was a slowpoke. Cain stopped in his tracks, watching as the orange giant sped past the earlier pair, coming towards his direction now.
Cain's first instinct was to step away, but by doing so, he would be leaving the preparing Matrim to an open attack from Mr. Orange. He glanced back for a moment, wondering how long it was going to take for that flour to come in. He turned back to Mr. Orange, noticing that he was almost here. Well, it did not seem like he had much of a choice, Cain was going to stand his ground and find a way around or through the giant's attacks. He shifted his right foot back, welcoming him with that wide excited smirk on his face.
Finally, it was his turn.
The giant came in with a jump, landing at a dangerous distance away from Cain. Cain retaliated, swinging a right hand back and cocking it. However, just as the giant landed, Travis would come upon him, locking in a rear naked choke hold. Well, that saved Cain's ass for the moment. Now it was Cain's turn to finally strike and he stepped forward, only to be cut off by the tall man he remembered to be Stu Pott. And he attempted to low blow Mr. Orange.
It seemed, however, that even his manhood was made up of hard muscle, as it did not affect him. In fact, it only served to anger him as he literally kicked Stu Pott away, Cain stepping aside so as not to get hit by the human projectile. And Mr. Orange proceeded to take care of Travis by falling backwards.
Now!
Cain leapt forward, placing his left leg at Mr. Orange's left shoulder, his right foot positioned behind him. Without a nanosecond's hesitation, Cain would kick forward with his right leg. Of course, it was just not an ordinary kick. Cain had slid his right foot from the ground in order to pick up a particular piece of rubble that, Cain hoped, would be hard and sharp-edged enough to at least cut the skin on the man's cheek. In short, Cain's kicking Mr. Orange's left cheek with a sharp rubble on the top of his shoe.
He only hoped that Stu's distraction, and the earlier sudden attempt by a boy wearing an eye-patch on the other side, would be enough to allow this attack in. Cain wondered then if Mr. Orange had some sort of sixth sense. If this kick did connect, however, then damn, it was so going to piss Mr. Orange off.
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Post by Trizen Takano on May 5, 2009 12:25:39 GMT -5
Trizen could have sworn he heard the sound of a black panther as Tash sudden came to his rescue. The boy stood there wide eyed as she went on her attack and rampage of the first two boys. The third boy that went down via kick was another shocker. Not only was she dishing out some serious blows, but she looked absolutely amazing while doing it. For Trizen, it was almost as though he was watching the whole thing from a third person view with time elapsing as he couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful green eyed girl.
"ERRRAK!" That's the noise he heard coming from the fourth one she took down which shook him out of his daze. That and he was certain Tash had said something to him a little earlier. Why did he have Lara Croft in mind? Oh well.
With that wake up call, Trizen looked around the room to try and find a way to bring the bags back in one piece. From his knowledge there were only six bags and he knew they had to bring them back in one piece. No scars, no openings, nothing. They had to be in mint condition if Aurora and Matrim's plan was going to work.
'C'mon-c'mon, there's gotta be-- there!' This school had everything. Two shopping carts were there at the south end of the room (closer to where Tash was standing) And as he was about to make his way, the five remaining punks were standing in a semi-circle around the table and himself.
"Worry about them first! We'll take care of the flour once we've taken care of them!" Tash shouted by the door.
With a nod, Trizen took his two second stance, his body weight on his right side, and blurred towards the brown-haired male on his furtherest left with his right arm shooting forward. The pianist palmed the stranger's face and forcefully threw him downward. The blow was hard as one could certainly hear a loud CRACK coming from the boy's skull. In that same motion, Trizen's left leg swung backwards in following his body's left weight movement to crescent kick the rough-neck girl standing by. As she fell southward (backwards), Trizen's body balanced itself on both feet with enough time to make a quick dash forward. With his writing hand, he fisted another boy in the face. He would fall westward towards his friend who would push the boy off him. Just what Trizen wanted. As the boy was forced back in Trizen's direction, the musician would shift his weight leftward in a sidestep while his hands made sure to shove the incoming boy off to his right. Unconscious by this time. The speed bound Trizen then kneed the unsuspecting fourth in his stomach which stopped all momentum Trizen had gained. The fourth punk fell to his knees slowly and eventually dropped to his side. It looked like a hard hit. Now there was one left.
Trizen's cold brown eyes shot a soul seeping glance into those of the one that was left. The last one was scared out of his mind. With the combined teamwork of Tash and Trizen, it seemed he was clearly outclassed. The freshman looked like he was going to tear up and instead of pounding him, Trizen took a deep breath and relaxed himself. The adrenaline edging its way down slowly.
"Either help us, or leave." Trizen said very sternly and thankfully the freshman wasted no time on doing so. The freshman ran towards another set of cabinets on the west side of the room and opened them to find another six bags of flour.
"Hopefully this'll help in whatever you two need..." The freshman said in complete hesitation and pointed towards south in Tash's direction, "Those two carts are what we use ne-need to pick up things for our teacher. We just bought this flour yesterday. Each cart should be able to hold four or five bags at most... six would be pushing it." The freshman looked to both Tash and Trizen again, slowly creeping his way towards the door, then ran out screaming like his head was on fire.
The room looked like a bit of a mess with Team Tashzen, but thankfully no harm came to their essentials. Trizen would walk near Tash's position and grab a shopping cart before looking at the lovely green eyed girl. "So, what took you so long?" He put on his famous grin and shook his head.
The pulled the cart but was blocked by a body or two. Trizen rolled his eyes and decided to do a bit of clean up. One by one, he took the four bodies he beat down and put them in the southwest corner of the room -- behind the door. Concentrating on the cart again, Trizen took to putting four bags of flour in his cart.
"When you're good, we'll leave," Trizen said as he waited for her to put her share of bags in, "I just hope we're not too late."
((Next post is our destination post.))
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Post by Tash on May 5, 2009 12:37:49 GMT -5
Thank God! He finally snapped out of his stupor and helped her out. She wasn't doing bad on her own but she'd already taken a hard shot to the ribs and she knew she couldn't have taken all ten by herself. No way in hell, not without earning herself a visit to the doctor's.
As the freshman rushed around, telling them what they needed to know, Tash caught her breath and assessed the damage. She could definitely expect a fairly ugly bruise on her ribs, her knuckles were a bit scraped on her left hand from where she'd sucker punched the third kid and had a very un-fun run in with the buttons on his jacket and her throat was a little sore from the girl's haphazard stranglehold earlier on. Nothing she couldn't get over, she thought as she rolled her shoulders to stretch them out. Hell, she'd be sore tomorrow.
"You -" She pointed at the kid who was trying to help them out. "You're carrying a few extra bags. Don't argue, don't ask. There's no time." The look in her eyes was enough to deter any arguing as she started hoisting the bags into the carts.
"Sorry about that. I had to check on a friend. I got stuck in the war zone. Forget that right now: let's get this shit down to Matrim and the rest. They're counting on us."
The two of them bumped the carts down the stairs and the freshman, looking terrified and confused, followed them like a lost puppy. When they arrived, things didn't look like they'd improved. It still sounded like there was a full scale recreation of a 300 battle sequence taking place inside the classroom. She spotted Matrim's tall figure amidst the crowd and the rubble and sprinted up to him, leaving the cart in Trizen's care.
"We've got the flour. Is there anything else you need to set this shit up?" She asks, all business. Her adrenaline is pumping and she's bouncing on the balls of her feet, ready to do whatever needed to be done.
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Post by Nicolas Constantine on May 5, 2009 14:32:20 GMT -5
Well that didn't work. Apparently he and Sam weren't a good enough challenge for Orange. Nick and Sam had charged into battle and so had the brightly clad man, but instead of clashing in an epic battle, the behemoth ran past them towards the place the were supposed keep him from going.
He watched as he went straight for the kid named Cain, who was guarding Matrim if Nick and Sam couldn't do their duty. Which they obviously failed at. Then a kid dropped on him from the floor above and another kid tried to kick him in the goods and it was just a big mess all over again.
Nick sighed. At least it seemed to be distracting Orange. Well, to an extent because Orange was swapping around kids like they were flies.
With a distraction from every angle, no matter the causalities, Orange would be distracted from their main plan nonetheless. Now with Orange on the ground, Nick would run up to him from behind now positioned to his right side and repeatedly kick him in that side. It wasn't meant to severely hurt the hulk, just to distract.
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Post by Sam Ballerino on May 5, 2009 15:06:29 GMT -5
Dammit! Orange had hardly even noticed them, running straight past for the blue-haired boy behind them. She ran back towards Orange, going for an attempt to stop him from destroying the guy, when that one with the orange hair (she really needed to start getting names from people) tackled him, getting him in a chokehold. And then that guy with the shotgun tried to ball-shot the giant... yeah, bad plan. Sam wasn't surprised at all to see him get batted away like a fly, but she didn't let it deter her. They had to keep him occupied until Tash and Trizen got back.
She started toward Orange again when she saw Tash show up with the flour. She paused a moment, trying to make quick eye contact with the girl, and if she got it, she'd grin, silently trying to let the italiana know she was available for help if she was needed. But she ran off to help Nick. She wasn't about to start attacking him, as she doubted it would do any good, but they needed to keep Orange immobilized and away from whoever was setting up the traps. As uncomfortable as it might be for Mr. OrangeHair beneath him. She waited for a sign of movement, and if he started to get up, she'd push hard on his shoulder, hopefully knocking him back to the ground and keeping him away from everyone else.
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Post by Mr. Orange on May 5, 2009 15:13:18 GMT -5
OOC- The events of this post were planned out ahead with James Everwood. This isn't any form of cheating. Thanks.
Attack after attack came, all from different directions, all very quickly. I had succeeded in crushing Travis and ridding the crazy shotgun bastard from my area, but now, they came in on me like a pack of wolves, taking advantage of a downed animal.
Let them come.
First came a pathetically weak attack from a student handing right into my nose. Again, nothing moved, and the force behind the attack was almost non-existent. Next, a kick to my cheek, some sharp bits of rock clinging to the shoe. It would hurt more, but no scrapes or open cuts would appear on my face- another weak attack. Then, a series of kicks to my sides, each of them carrying a small sting. On top of all this, the persistent bastard under me continued to choke me... and it was starting to hurt.
Alright, I was pissed.
My hand would shoot up suddenly, gripping the face of the student with the eyepatch. I would raise my other arm slightly, bent at the elbow, and slam it into the ground directly beneath Travis, who was still pinned under me.
The shockwave would blast forth once again, shattering the ground beneath us- but more importantly, the poor student beneath me would experience its full force. The ground beneath us would shatter, dropping us to the first floor. I would land on my feet, knowing for certain that a direct shockwave would leave the young aggressor unable to restrain me. The blast would engulf all my attackers, blasting out thirty feet in all directions.
James however... Him I had something special for... His actions were brash and uncalled for. He would pay for it. With rubble all around us, and my immediate area cleared of any threats, I would slam James down to the ground, taking up a large piece of rubble in my hand, slamming it down onto his right elbow- over and over and over. After about seven slams, I would grip his forearm tightly, and... pull...
The young man's arm was ripped from his body.
OOC- STR of this shockwave is 225. Nick, Cain, and James take a major portion from it for being so close to Orange. Travis takes a direct hit from being pinned down.
Also, I doubt you'll maintain hold on all bags of flour during the shockwave, but that's up you guys. ~_^
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Post by Travis on May 5, 2009 15:30:21 GMT -5
Fuck my life!
There wasn't really anything Travis could do. He tried to do everything in his power to choke or break this dude's neck. It seemed that none of it mattered though, this dude was far beyond anything human. Indestructible even. And it didn't seem like Travis was going to get to see the outcome of this battle, he tried his best but even that didn't matter. Mr. Orange's elbow lifted, and it was impossible to move. He was still pinned beneath the behemoth's body, and when the elbow connected Travis couldn't handle the pain.
..Again.. Why can't I ever.. accomplish anything..?
He screamed out, unable to hold it in as the floor around him crumbled and gave way. The fall seemed to come in slow motion, and all Travis had the energy to do, was to blink a few times before he couldn't open those eyes any longer. He'd land somewhere on the first floor, rubble and other debris piled onto him. He was unconscious before he even hit the ground. He'd live, but there was no doubt some people were going to have to do some cleaning to pull him out. It seemed he was destined for the hospital beds once again.
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Post by Trizen Takano on May 5, 2009 15:54:18 GMT -5
Tash was fast! It seemed with her everything was all business. As soon as they finished loading up everything, Trizen was the one that followed this time around. She had gotten there first and left Trizen with the carts of flour to go see if Matrim needed anything else. She certainly was an interesting girl.
Watching the events unfold, he saw that Mr. Orange was becoming increasingly aggravated. He bashed down a few other students and made for what looked to be one more attempt on everyone. When he saw Mister Orange face-grabbing a student and raising him into the air, Trizen quickly took one of the two shopping carts and gave a hard thrust westward down the hall. If his calculations were right, it was on schedule with the freshman who couldn't keep up with his own bag of flour.
BAM!
The freshman was hit by the runaway cart, and was thankfully able to stop it by being the opposing force of momentum. The cart had four bags of flour, though the fifth one -- the one the freshman had -- was destroyed.
Trizen, by this point was hit by the shockwave and was tossed back into the lockers. That hurt. The fifteen year old boy was dazed, but he'd felt worse. Not to mention it gave his body a chance to catch up with what happened.
"No, Tash!" He said in a bit of a gasp and ran to the room which now had another big hole in it. Everyone it seemed was on the bottom floor. "Great... now what?"
Trizen still had the deodorant and four bags of flour on the second floor. How would he get it down without Mr. Orange causing another scene? And would plan still work? Who was conscious?
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Linda Osako
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Post by Linda Osako on May 5, 2009 16:08:58 GMT -5
Linda was grabbed from behind and greeted with a foot to her back... Yeah it felt great. As she began to drop, she realized something, the force behind whoever's attack, was fairly weak. Linda being the tank that she was, was used to far stronger hits.
Linda whipped her head forward and away from the unknown assailant that was holding her hair, effectively ripping some of her hair out. After she felt her head was free of the person's grasp, she threw her body weight backward, and attacked with her Left elbow. She knew that it was almost a sure thing that she would hit whoever this mysterious attacker was. If the elbow landed where it should have, it would nail the person in the chest.
After this attack, Linda would turn around to see just who had dared to attack her from behind. She half expected to see Mr. Purple.
OoC- This takes place b4 the Orange shockwave fyi. Ill post again once Sara responds.
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Post by Aternity on May 5, 2009 17:25:59 GMT -5
The group that had assembled had to move quick. This melee was turning now into a full on bloodbath. There was no way all of them would last very much longer, and although Matrim was close to Thirteen, protecting her in a way like a Big Daddy to a Little Sister, and while waiting, she was thinking of how to disperse the powder.
Sara might be useful, but the problem was she was kind of crazy...which would certainly not work...
Her time thinking however, was cut short as the idiots who hadn't realized that Orange had a kinetic shield, were plowed down in an epic fashion. Yes, with another shockwave. Luckily this time however, Thirteen took much less of the blast, being sent backwards yes, but not nearly as harshly as last time. However, there were now two holes in the ground, and as she got up, she looked to see Trizen and Tash next to her...Flour!
Yay!
Now was the time to act...sadly, there would be casualties.
"You guys need to get the flour in a cloud around Orange, I don't care how, but do it!"
After that was done...take cover...shit was gonna fly.
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Post by James Everwood on May 5, 2009 17:33:58 GMT -5
The man did some sort of attack James did not know he could do. It was insane how strong he was, taking out the floor underneath them, he suddenly realized why the third floor's floor had been gone. It seemed as though James made a mistake, considering the force of the shockwave that traveled through the force and into James body. He felt the full amount of blast, but was not blown away but rather stayed since his face was being gripped by the titan. Still the force was immense and James body was hit hard by it.
Then something horrific started to take place as Orange didn't seem finished with James, He was slammed to the ground letting out a cry of pain from all that was going on. Orange grabbed a piece of the rubble and slammed it into his elbow several times. Each time James gritted his teeth and let out a small scream through them. He wasn't teary or anything but even his father had nothing on this mans great strength. And just when James thought it was over, the man ripped and tore, pulling James arm clean off, skin tearing, the limb ripped from his torso as he began to bleed. His left arm immediately grabbed for the wound as he pushed off his feet, sliding away from Orange as he turned onto his stomach, sliding himself forward by using his feet, pushing through the rubble and leaving a trail of blood.
James eyes were wide with shock, and finally he got a good grip and managed to get to a standing position long enough to stumble away from the are a bit more before falling over onto his left shoulder. He looked back at the scene. He was in a panic, and he didn't know who was in the area. All he seemed to think about in that moment was Sam, not necessarily because of his feelings for her, but also because those were some of the more happy memories he had. So as he pushed a bit more to get back on his ass he pushed on his foot and placed his back against a locker as he began to bleed out. He needed medical attention, but his legs were messed up from the shockwave and he'd never be able to get out of there alone.
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Post by Sam Ballerino on May 5, 2009 19:10:23 GMT -5
Again Sam was thrown backwards, and again she was falling, not just hitting the floor, but falling back into the gigantic hole into the first floor of the building. She heard people screaming, but all she could do was lay where she fell, dazed and shocked, onto her already bruised back. She felt a horrible pain in her right wrist, and a stinging somewhere on her left thigh. The shock and immediate pain was too much to get any more details.
She groaned, still mostly unable to move, and heard something slamming. She turned her head painfully, and forced her eyes open just in time to see Mr. Orange slamming something into the elbow of... James. James! That brought her back to reality. She hadn't seen him here.
Sam's eyes widened and she pushed herself up, gasping audibly at the pain in her wrist. She watched in horror as Mr. Orange ripped James' arm clean off, and her vision blurred. She wiped the tears away, and forced herself up, but as she took a step forward, her thigh stung again, and she stumbled forward, landing on her knees in front of him. Looking down, she saw blood on her jeans, coming through a large hole in her pants. She could deal with the pain later. She put her hand on James' face.
"James... Merda. We gotta get you out of here." She tried in vain to stop tears from coming at the sight of him in this condition, but it was no use. She just did her best to ignore them. She didn't see any kind of cloth she could use to wrap the injury, so she pulled off her own shirt, thankful there was a leotard underneath, and pressed it into the space where his arm used to be, trying to stop the bleeding however she could.
"James," she said again, trying to make sure he was still conscious. "Come on. Can you stand? We need to get you to the doctor's. Prima di è troppo recente..." She added under her breath.
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