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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Apr 26, 2009 3:20:06 GMT -5
Break opened his eyes, bleary and hung over he looked absently over his room. His right hand raised slowly to his right temple and massaged gently. "Knew I needed to drink more water" he muttered to himself. Still he was pleased, at least this morning he woke up in his own bed... and his shirt was on the right way, this was a plus. Slowly he scrapped together his room, cleaning everything, hiding his cigarettes (STUPID! I don't care how drunk you are, don't leave that shit out!) he pulled one out and put it behind his ear like a pen. He threw on his true religions from the floor and turned toward his dresser. white shirt, then grey v-neck over it. he flicked open his blinds. pale light washed over his room, stinigng his eyes. "fucking sun" he said with a small laugh to himself. He determined it wasn't looking very cold outside, but still he felt a need to grab his favorite pea coat and put it on. Slightly stretched it barely fit on his shoulders even though he left it open. he slipped his feet into his Docs and settled back on his bed. he went to his bathroom and did the usual things, brushing his teeth and fixing his faux hawk so it looked nice. He went back in his room and picked up his guitar absently from the floor and began to play "in an aeroplane over the sea" by Neutral milk hotel. his rich voice filled the room better than the ovation guitar he was playing. as he came to the chorus for a second time he stopped playing, and put the guitar down gently. he was forgetting something... oh thats right! School day! he got up, grabbing his singular binder he used for his classes off his dresser. leaping down the stairs he went into the kitchen and fixed himself a bagel. Nothing fancy, bagel and cream cheese would do. He glanced at the clock. Late... of course. No problem, he didn't care that much anyway. Live life, don't worry. Such a great saying. and with that thought he walked out the front door
He walked the whole way to school, just another regular day. He admired those able to drive who sped by him on the road beside him. He tried to drown out his desire to drive with the birds singing in the trees. He asked himself how he might paint such a scene to keep his mind off things. his deep blue eyes scanned across the horizon lazily. damn ADD. He didn't actually have ADD, but he might as well have, focus was not something he was good at unless he was interested. and so the distance past and he arrived at the school. his trademark friendly smile on his face he walked over the school grounds, saying hi to anyone who held his gaze long enough. Still... it was just another day. He remembered for a moment back in the brilliant days of old, when he hosted fight clubs. He made a mental note to bring those back. He litterally imagined a sticky note being posted to the refridgerator in his head. he chuckled at this as he neared the front of the school
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Apr 26, 2009 3:36:03 GMT -5
Sylar had slept at the school that day. He had hid and snuck back in later. He had a talent for doing that shit. It was early morning and he had showered and was ready to go. He wanted something to do. As he walked out of the locker rooms he saw the sun rays from outside the windows. Crap, he hated the sun sometimes. Oh well. Sylar started to walk to the front door thinking about how he was going to make his days interesting. He was starting to get annoyed with the every day routine. Go to class, get sent out of class, get in fight. The same exact way almost. There was always a small twist. Sylar was walking to the front doors involuntarily. He hadn’t even noticed where he was going as he was thinking. That was when he saw someone who didn’t look familiar. An evil grin came onto his face. Perfect. He was going to initiate the student the way sylar did. He was going to fight him then and there. He watched as the kid was walking towards the front doors.
Sylar’s plan was simple. Sylar would stand at the wall and watch the kid come. If the kid stopped at the door sylar would burst through it. Hopefully smashing the door in the kids face and breaking his nose. If the kid walked in and didn’t stop sylar would merely act like he was running from someone and tackle the kid and ‘accidentally’ knee the kid in the gut or something. It was the perfect plan for him. Especially since he wanted a new twist to his everyday routine.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Apr 26, 2009 3:54:39 GMT -5
Break walked calmly through the front door, its weight was a nothing for him. for a short moment he wished his hangover was a little less throbbing, but the short moment was short. Some punk kid came running through the halls like a lunatic, jumping up and tackling Break. Break saw the kids knee shoot out, he couldn't dodge but he rolled with the blow, landing on his back about as gracefully as anyone could after something like that. "What the fuck bro?" Break asked, his smile degenerated to only a strange half smile of 'what the hell, are you serious? can we not do this right now? I'm really hungover still...'.
of course, none of these thoughts really mattered. Break was exhilarated all at the same time, it had been awhile since he'd been in a fight. He'd really like that actually. He didn't give the kid a chance to explain what happened, it was go time.
He planned a few things, first things first get this kid off of me, next pound him to a pulpy pulp. mmmm... pulpy.... His hands flew up. what he would do was grab the kids arms and swing him around so that Break was on top. if that was succesful break wouldn't slow down as he would begin to pound his fists into this stupid kids ugly face.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Apr 27, 2009 1:25:49 GMT -5
The kid that was below sylar’s weight suddenly grabbed his arms and they rolled over together. The kid was now on top letting no mercy go by. Sylar started to move his head left and right avoiding the punches. Finally the kid got a hit on sylar and gave him a bloody nose. That was never good. Sylar quickly bucked the lower half of his body trying to get the kid close enough. If the kid placed his hands next to sylar’s head sylar would quickly wrap his own arm around the kid and pull. If successfully completed the sylar would stand back up and get ready for his part of the fight. If the kid flew off of sylar then he would still stand up. Either way it could only help sylar. Unless the order of events screwed him over. Otherwise he would have to get on top of the kid somehow and make a devastating blow to the nose. Sylar really wanted to have a normal fight nut it didn’t matter to him. He just was looking to do something new. This kid was new so it was fun for sylar. While in the process of all this sylar was laughing at a lot of it. Even when he got hit sometimes.
(OOC Short post. sorry)
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Apr 27, 2009 21:18:10 GMT -5
The kid was fast, break could give him that, suddenly the kid grabbed his arm as it came down, pulling break up and off of the kid. break was a little heavier than the kid could probably handle but he managed to throw break off.
Break rolled and got up, fists raised. For a moment the dirt and grime on his pea coat irked him, he quickly took it off and threw it to the ground, his strong muscles now showing under his grey shirt. The kid was up too, they where both fairly evenly matched in speed and strength, Break smiled big and cheezy, this was going to be a lot of fun after all. break sized the kid up, not exactly tiny, not exactly huge, break could probably use his weight against the kid if he wanted a straight up wrestle. Or he could go more creative and just wallop the kid in every sort of way.
Break ran on the attack, he lunged forward right elbow out toward the kid's face. If this connected he would follow up with a strong left hook when he landed. the kind of strong left hook that would send the kid sprawling to the ground. of course if that happened break would almost be entirely obliged to just jump on the kids face and end things quickly.
barring that his little combo didn't work there wasn't much else break could do, his momentum was already launched into his elbow. Time to see how fast this other kid reacts!
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Apr 27, 2009 23:05:01 GMT -5
Sylar watched as the other kid got up. He watched him Throw down his jacket for whatever reason. That was when he saw that this kid would have weight on his side. Oh well. It wasn’t like he got in a fight every day. Oh wait, yes he did. Sometimes he got the shit beat out of him. Other times he didn’t. It just depended. That was when he noticed the boy ran at him. He had enough notice to side step out of the way. That elbow would have hurt really badly. It didn’t matter though. Now out of his way sylar threw his arm as hard as he could to follow the kid. If successfully hit then the kid may have been knocked out rather easily. Otherwise he may have been in pain. It might make him tumble face first. It didn’t matter to him. If not then sylar would still have the upper hand for the gap between them would still be fairly large enough for sylar to see him attack.
Whether successful or not sylar would start talking “Isn’t today a wonderful day? Why yes Sylar, I believe that it is if a may say so myself.”
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Apr 28, 2009 1:29:45 GMT -5
The elbow flew past, the other kid smashed break over the back of the head. not good for his hang over but Break landed well though, only stumbling a little. It was a good shot but it wasn't enough to bring break's spirit down. He turned the second he gained balance and put his fists back up. He crouched a little, centering his gravity.
“Isn’t today a wonderful day? Why yes Sylar, I believe that it is if a may say so myself.” The kid said to himself. sylar, break commited that to memory.
"not too many people I fight talk to themselves" break interjected the kids self monolouge. This time Break took it slow, inching closer to the kid as he spoke. "Sylar... quite the name, its not very common" he said, his feet scooching ever closer. The second he got in range he was gonna swallow the kid, a half-nelson, drop him to the ground on his face, then roll him over on his shoulders and choke him till he passed out. Dirty wrestling, his favorite. Grappling is hard to escape, and hard to counter, thank god for knowing it so well.
somewhere in the back of his head his hangover still throbbed like god knows what else...
(OOC: if you're having trouble imagining, basically its a head lock, arm around the neck style to which he WWE status drops you on your face by jumping up and then landing on top of your face first, then the rolling over and choking you with his giant muscles bit)
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Apr 28, 2009 19:42:19 GMT -5
As sylar was talking to himself he never noticed the kid sneak up on him. The way sylar did was that the kid was right behind him and put sylar in a half nelson. Great. Sylar had got out of this before but he didn’t know what the kid was going to do. That was when the kid threw him face first onto the ground while still choking him. Sylar threw his hands out real fast and landed with a little thud. The kid then rolled sylar onto his shoulders and continued to choke sylar. He was losing air fast and was about to pass out when he arched his back and threw his leg back as hard as he could to the kids nuts. It was dirty but he had to get out of it. If he did then Sylar would stand up and kick the kid in the face as hard as he could to make him pass out. He would be in a lot of pain.
If sylar was unsuccessful the he would pass out in mere seconds of the kids death grip. He could only hope he got out of it or he was done.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Apr 28, 2009 20:01:34 GMT -5
(OOC: I like this fight, totally worth it to let it go on a bit, no?)
Whiz
Victor didn't see it, but he heard it. Some incredibly flexible, unnexpected and very swift motion heading toward his ever so precious nuts. Break let go, rolling out of the way as the kid flipped over himself in the kick. Should have just raised my knee to block it Victor thought to himself the moment after. either was the kid was free now, and a sneak attack like that only worked once. That only left one thing to do, brawl like a couple of super smash brothers... (too soon? lol).
He lunged back into the fray, lifting his fists up like a true born SoCal fighter he started jumping, staying light on his feet, boxing toward the boys face and drawing back quickly to defend himself from punches coming his way
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Apr 28, 2009 21:52:11 GMT -5
Sylar was on his feet in a second. Hands up ready to fight. He was not going to be snuck up on again. Not this time at least. You only get to do that once. Sylar watched as the other guy started to jump around. Quickly sylar was ready for anything. The kid was quick Sylar had to give him that. They seemed to be matched in strength but sylar couldn’t tell. He decided that what he was going to see if the kid could take a hit now. It was only a matter of time until he got a good punch in. Sylar was dodging the kids attacks and every once in a while he would get a good shot in. Sylar was throwing punches back. He decided that the next time the kid stepped up to throw a punch he would duck and throw an uppercut. It would have all his strength in it. If hit it would hopefully break his jaw. If not he would quickly withdraw. Probably leaving a perfect opening for a jab to the ribs.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Apr 28, 2009 23:31:14 GMT -5
The two traded blows for awhile, but no one established a good foothold on 'winning' this fight. they where both pretty strong, and break had to admit he was enjoying himself, it'd been awhile since he fought a good fight like this, but he knew at this point there was no more holding back, as much fun as he was having this kid wasn't gonna stop till one of them was out cold.
Suddenly an uppercut broke up the trading of blows, fast and unexpected it connected with Break's jaw quite well. Sadly for sylar breaks stance of jumping back and forth has made his whole body pretty fluid, the punch sent him flying onto his back as he hit the ground but for the most part had really just rolled off his chin and didn't cause that much damage, though it probably looked like it hurt more than it did. "good punch" he said from the ground
Break liked his position suddenly, he had very strong legs. If the kid where to try to jump on him he would kick him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. if the kid tried anything else... well, most things where going to lead to a nice kick in the gut, unless the kid tried to circle him, in which case break would just get up and get back to defending himself
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Apr 28, 2009 23:58:56 GMT -5
Sylar saw for an opening and took it. He lunged at the kid to try and jump on top of him when the kid thrust his legs out and rammed them into sylar’s gut. Sylar’s momentum had him rolling off the kids feet. Sylar had the wind knocked out of him but he rolled his body into a standing position. He was now at the kids head. Sylar ran at the kid and swung his leg as if the kids head was a soccer ball. It took even more air out of sylar so he would hope it ended soon. If not then Sylar would be winded and not able to do much next turn. He had to land this. Even if it didn’t knock him out he just needed him to get a headache and quit. That was all sylar was looking to do. Have the other kid give up so sylar would have a win. Then they would hopefully become friends. If the kid kept going then sylar would just have to out endure him.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Apr 29, 2009 20:32:59 GMT -5
Break nailed the kids gut, feeling the rush of a well landed hit he took his mind off the fight for a mental congratulation, bad idea.
The kid must have been an acrobat he landed so well from the fall. clearly being winded wasn't much of an effect as his foot soared through the air at break's head. Break jumped up, but to late, his head got knicked as he raised to his feet. A throbbing went through his skull, mixing with his hangover it was not a good feeling. Break shook himself back into conciousness though. This had been a lot of fun, but now he was really quite getting tired, time to earn his name back.
Break rushed the kid, not even concerned about being hit. The kid could probably land a number of punches but victor's momentum was already so great that he would probably just hurt his hand. Victor had a simple plan. Grab the kids arms and throw him into a bear hug, a tight bear hug, the kind that could crush ribs. then it was simply a matter of saying "Give up, and I let go, don't and you're gonna be paying one expensive hospital bill"
(OoC: you do have higher constitution, but you've also taken a lot more hits in this match so I thought this seemed pretty fair, tell me if you disagree)
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on Apr 29, 2009 22:26:50 GMT -5
(OOC: you've probably taken just as much in physical pain. Draw?)
Sylar quickly side stepped the kid. He didn't want to fight anymore. he was done and tired but the kid seemed like he wanted to keep going. Sylar didn't though. Sylar turned around to the kid who had just missed sylar.
“Ok. I love to fight but lets just call this one a draw. It is all about the fun of the fight right? Not always about who can make the other one go unconscious.”
Sylar put his hand out for the kid to take. If he did then he would be happy. If not then Sylar was prepared. He really hoped they were both in agreement. Quickly whether or not the kid took his hand Sylar remembered that he never got a name. he asked.
“ And do I get a name?”
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Apr 29, 2009 22:34:48 GMT -5
“ And do I get a name?”
Break looked at the hand. How very unexpected, the kid who had randomly just attacked him was now offering friendship. What the hell, why not?
Break reached out, his fist turning quickly into a hand to shake, the grip was firm but pleasent. "draw it is then... the name is Victor, some call me "break"" he said, his big friendly smile returning. "and I don't blame you, I love a good fight too" he said with a laugh
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