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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Jun 15, 2009 23:59:52 GMT -5
Victor felt his spiked hair, it had been awhile now since he joined this school, his faux hawk was PERFECT. he smiled, his deep blue eyes glinted and gleemed with anticipation. Out back behind his houses was a small park, where there stood two football field goals one hundred yards apart. Victor had climbed to the bar, overlooking the rest of the field. There was no formal markings, but in his mind he imagined inviting adrian and a few other guys over to play some football. that would be fun, but that wasn't for today. no, today was reserved for something that had happened ages ago. payback if you will
the wind blew and the overcast gave a nice shade to the darkness of the field.
20 minutes ago
Break opened his phone, the black chocolate making a snapping sound as it opened all the way. break never liked how loud the snap was, it messed with his ears, but he shrugged it off. He was leaning against the bottom of a football field goal, looking through the contacts on his phone for things to do. many names passed by, but he didn't really feel like just hanging out. he wanted something a little more solid.
"hey sylar, I'm chilling at the park by my house... wondered if you wanted to come chill, I'm calling you out! last time our fight was a tie, this time we finish this! XD" he sent this text to sylar with a little smile on his face. hopefully the kid would show up...
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Jun 16, 2009 0:14:09 GMT -5
Earlier
Sylar was walking around looking for something to do. He wasn't to sure what to do today and was about to go talk to a girl when his phone vibrated. He quickly pulled it out and had a text form Break. So he was calling Sylar out.
Be there in about twenty minutes." He hit the sent button and ran outside to flag a taxi.
Later
Sylar jumped out of the taxi and went behind Break's house where he was supposed to meet him. When he walked onto the football field he didn't see anyone. Where was he? Sylar positioned himself in the middle of the field. Still searching for him, not daring to move.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Jun 16, 2009 0:52:33 GMT -5
Victor cracked his knuckles, not many at his new school where attuned to calling him break, in fact, he had almost forgetten the nickname entirely. but he couldn't, there where ties to that name to deep to die just because few people used it anymore. It wasn't the name, but the thing the name symbolized.
3 years ago
A private school, a sunny day. Victor, the young and impressionable 13 year old victor, out on a regular school day. "hey kid..." a fellow classmate called out. Victor turned his head slowly, it wasn't usual for anyone to address him as 'kid' he looked much older than most people as it was, even back then his shoulders where as wide as any high school seniors, and they where only going to get wider. "yes?" he asked, his voice not quite yet developed into the rich lovable baritone that would mark his very existance for the rest of his life. "you wanna fight?" the other kid asked, it was a nonchalant question. "why?" victor asked back, laughing, his laugh childish and not nearly as it once was. "Live fast, die young! why not fight, just gotta have fun in life right?" the other kid joked. Victor laughed at the joke himself, but the words stuck. live fast, die young. this other kid was pretty interesting.
They began their fight. the kid ran at victor with all his speed, but Victor saw it all, it wasn't even a challenge, his fists came up, he had just started practicing boxing at his local gym and with his father. dodge left, dodge right, block, punch, block. The kids swings came in a fury but Victor was on top of it, putting his new knowledge to the test. He went on the offense, his right fist shooting out into the kids jaw. other boys where begining to notice the fight, begining to circle round. that was okay, victor liked the attention, though his modesty wouldn't allow him to admit it.
more kids jumped in, now things where getting challenging. this was Victor, or as he was soon to be known, break's first fight. The kids overwhelmed him, there where just too many, but for as many hits as they began to land on victor, he never stopped. he fought on and on, each kid going down one at a time. whatever it took. "Why won't you just break! dammit kid..." the original boy shouted, "BREAK, FUCKING BREAK!" the kid screamed, kicking and punching in a flurry. Each hit landed, and victor was exhausted, he landed hard on his back. "Break" Victor said weakly, he smiled, "you can't break me... I'm unbreakable" he laughed, slowly rising back to his feet. "Call me Break... cause you know if you shout it loud enough it it just might happen..." he said with a laugh. the other kid was almost crying, clearly he didn't want the fight that had dragged on for almost an hour and a half now to continue. "Break" Victor said again, kicking the kid right in the face to the floor. "live fast... die young... why the fuck should I ever break in between?" Victor asked with a raised eyebrow, his voice just begining to grasp a new sort of authority. his foot raised as the other kids face was still pressed into the ground...
Present
Victor saw Sylar show up, good timing, just like he said he would. He stood in the middle of the field, from that far away it would be impossible to put on a sneak attack, so why bother? Victor had gotten smarter and faster since their last meeting, but sylar started off pretty even to begin with. he was a great fighter, that was certain, but Victor had also gained a stronger conviction. This time was to win, he had lost his honor, he had lost his 'Break'-ness. This fight wouldn't end until Sylar gave up or neither of them could fight anymore. Fighting until unconciousness was part of break, it was his unbreakable spirit.
"You know, I'm probably making this all too personal" Break said with a little smile, jumping down from the football field goal. "but it seems worth it... I haven't felt the need to make anyone call me break since I fought you that first time" he said, he got into his brawling stance, a mix between boxing and just bits and pieces of every style he'd ever fought against that he could remember. "so, this is a just for fun tussle, but just know I'm not holding back at all, I expect the same" Victor said with a challenging tone, his rich voice echoing through the empty field.
(OOC: would you mind if I opened this up for spectators?)
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Jun 16, 2009 1:44:52 GMT -5
(OOC: For this thread Sylar's stat shall remain 13 but item is still visible.)
"Honestly Break. I would never have it any other way. I want your best and nothing else.
sylar would then take up the defensive position. He wasn't going to attack first for most of the time that was the downfall for him. He attacked so bluntly that he decided that maybe if he went defensive he would have the better chance than attacking. why was he trying something new nobody except him would know. So GAME ON!!!
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Jun 16, 2009 2:04:11 GMT -5
So Sylar had gotten smarter too, Victor remembered back in the day, when he first met the boy how he was the only person Break had known to be more ready to rush headlong into battle than himself. my how things change
Break stopped musing on the past, running forward slowly. It was a deliberate movement, easy to change and twist about, something he had learned from fighting ryuu one too many times. once he was within striking distance he went simple. he wanted to see what else Sylar had changed in his fighting style. This was to be just as much an attack as information gathering. A kick went out, one that would be easy to catch, and even easier to avoid. Break was anticipating one or the other, and just in case he kept his eye open for a counter-attack too.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Jun 16, 2009 2:10:26 GMT -5
Sylar watched as Break ran forward slowly. Going all out my ass. When he got to him break threw a kick. Sylar watched it and knew this was too easy.Instead of moving or blocking it Sylar took it. After it hit Sylar would throw a quick one two before broke would be able to back up. Not saying he couldn't blck them but Sylar was fast. Sylar just didn't know if Break got faster too.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Jun 16, 2009 10:45:35 GMT -5
Victor watched with cold eyes as Sylar simply took the kick, clearly he knew that break was holding back. Break shifted gears with a big smile, watching Sylar recoil from the kick and get ready to punch. now it was time to start proving things. Victors hands came up in a blur, to catch both of the punches that came his way, he'd grown much faster since their last fight. he wouldn't say he was faster than sylar, but last time they fought sylar had been faster, so they where probably about even. that combined with how good victor was getting at reading moves...
He crossed his arms as they came up, to grab each of his opponents fists with his opposite hand. if he caught them he would then twist his arms back around flipping sylar to the ground and onto his back. Hopefully the sudden change into seriously trying and his new speed would catch sylar off guard and all of this would combine to Sylar being on the ground.
if sylar flip to the ground break would waste no time dropping onto sylar, knees first into his gut to wind him, and then launching a series of punches into sylar's face
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Jun 16, 2009 17:21:40 GMT -5
Sylar's punches were caught. Hmmmm. Impressive but that wasn't going to happen again. With Break having Sylar's hands break put him on the ground. As Break was coming down Sylar would coil up his legs and push them out as hard as he could. There wasn't much Break would be able to do for Break was the one who had Sylar's hands. That wouldn't be easy to avoid. Hopefully he didn't have anything up his sleeves.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Jun 16, 2009 21:43:29 GMT -5
Victor's knees where caught by Sylar's upthrowing legs, Sylar certainly hadn't gotten any slower. Victor was pushed back up, backpeddling for a moment before regripping the grass beneath his feet. Victor brought himself back into his brawling stance, light on his toes he bounced back and forth, he was going to let sylar get up, but as the boy would get up Victor was going to run forward with all his speed and heave a huge Kick up into Sylar's face.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Jun 17, 2009 1:51:20 GMT -5
Sylar rolled to his left as if he was going to do a push up. When he started to stand Break ran right at him and Sylar watched as he got ready for the kick. When the kick was about to hit him Sylar would move out of the way and come up like an explosion. (likie the linemen do in football.) Sylar would try to flip Break over his shoulder and get him on his back. If he did then Sylar would quickly turn and throw a kick with all his energy into it where Break's ribs would be.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Jun 17, 2009 19:29:45 GMT -5
Victor swung up at the kid's face, but the kid pushed up quickly, tackling at Victor. Victor's foot would keep sailing though, quite probably hitting the sylar in a place that was undesirable for any man to be hit in...
Then the kid would grab Victor, trying to throw him over his shoulders. But as victor went over the shoulder, he would try to wrap his arms around the boys torso until both their momentums where headed toward the ground. The second Sylar lost his footing Victor would let go and try to roll out of the way of the boy.
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Post by "Z.E.B." on Jun 18, 2009 5:54:49 GMT -5
WHAT HE WAS DOING BEFOREHAND
* * * * * * 3 Hours Ago * * * * * * "AMELICAN BULLITO VELY BAD! VELY BAD!"
"EYAAAAAAAUUGGHHHLLL..."*CENSORED SLURRED ONOMATOPOEIA*
* * * * * * 2 Hours Ago * * * * * * "GOOD GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL---""WHY AMELICAN BULLITO HATE ME SO!? WHY HATE!? WHY HATE---NOORARA..."*CENSORED STACCATO ONOMATOPOEIA*
* * * * * * 30 Minutes Ago * * * * * * "GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE APARTMENT."* * * * * * ...Present >_> * * * * * * There slumped the long, white-haired boy, hunched over, his left hand holding his gut, his right hand holding an unopened water bottle. His teeth were clenched, lips contorting about as his whole body shook with violent self-restraint. The bowler hat's shadow helped hide the blaring amount of pain that the boy was in, trying to find a public bathroom. All dressed in black, the silver cross chain and other beaded necklaces hanging down his neck helped potray the contrast and symbolize the light and the darkness---How much darkness there was versus the light. How much of the darkness that wanted to spill out of him, and the light of hope that still promised to guide him. How much of the darkness wanted to come out of his anus in a violent, phlegm-like manner, and how reliable the crappy map some brave soul had drawn for him was. Because of his outward appearance and body language, however, nearly no one wanted to approach him, until he began to lash out, desperately---Stopping in mid-attack to brace himself, lest he give into the dark side. And possibly pay a fee for public defecation on the cement.
However, all he found himself in was the sidelines of a grassy field.---Technically, if he found a bush, people would just think it was a dog...---'Til he got distracted by the view of two people fighting. The boy had just gotten up in time to see Long-Haired Boy tackle at Stereotype-Haired Boy. However, Stereotyped-Haired Boy was trying to go for a nutshot, making the boy cringe. And then he began to leak. Quickly dashing to the side, as quickly as he could, racing for the nearest bush he could make for, the boy didn't have time to watch LHB would fare against SHB's latest set of attacks.
...S'not like the boy felt as though he was intruding. Two people fighting in such an explicitly open area? Of course there was the possibility of someone just to happen upon them. |
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Jun 18, 2009 23:28:10 GMT -5
When Sylar saw the foot going for his crouch he released his old and dropped to the ground while closing his legs. This would mean that Break's foot would be bending in such an awkward way that it might snap under the pressure. If that happened Sylar would have to take him to the hospital and make up a story to justify what happened. Otherwise it would be nice for break to move but that was a fat chance.
(OOC: It would be hard to get out of that position. Not saying impossible but still)
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Jun 19, 2009 13:40:31 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm afraid I'm a little fuzzy on what this position would be. So he swings with his foot, but Sylar completely stops his momentum of launching up into a tackle, then closes his legs to grasp the foot, then falls... forward or back? cause that would be important... also, if I may be completely fair Dex + Wis check? cause you're moving much faster than my character when we're about the same speed, and with a much greater knowledge of what my character is about to do next than even I have I think lol. The only reason his foot was even going toward the crotch was cause that was the space your head would have previously occupied before you would have launched up to tackle me, just saying, all of this seems pretty unlikely... I'm not pissed or anything, just noticing a lot of... things that don't fit)
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