Post by Stormy Paxton on Mar 8, 2015 23:51:05 GMT -5
After coming to New York and transferring to PHS #552, Stormy didn’t have a place to stay, or even a job. Fortunately she’d ran into a violet haired girl named Vivi who helped her get a job at some little coffee shop. On top of decent wages, the owner Takeshi also let her have one of the apartments on the second floor, but there was a catch 22 as per fricken usual. In return for the housing, she practically became his errand dog, thought Perish got most of the work, and found herself involved with all kinds of gang violence.
Yup, thats right. Takeshi Himura the kind-hearted owner of Himura cafe, was actually a gang leader. Needless to say, lots of tough guy wanna-be’s would come in and try to pick a fight with the staff. Which… was pretty much just her, Mr. Himura, and that Perish girl.
The night before, Stormy had been drinking a bunch of coffee, listening to music, and overall just goofing off after closing hours, resulting in her failing to notice when some rival gang members snuck in.
The girl was head banging, and fell to one knee to play the air guitar when she suddenly got kicked in the back and hit her head on the corner of the chair. Yeah… she got beat up pretty bad from there. Despite her loads of training, she’d been slacking off for the past six months, which affected her game a lot more than she’d figured it would.
The next day, Stormy stood in the bathroom of her apartment and pulled her long red hair out of her face with a hair tie, while mumbling every profanity she could think of. Her lip was split, she had two and a half shiners (take that as you will), enough bruises to play connect the dots with, and a few gashes and cuts to top it all off. The worst part was probably the soreness in her bones though.
“Ah well… ‘could be worse, right?” she murmured, staring at her bruise marred face in the mirror.
Yeah it was worse. Takeshi tried to make her stay up the rest of the night doing push ups and crunches, but she fell asleep after doing about thirty of each. Luckily he didn’t bother her. The problem was, when she woke up, he demanded he come to the cellar and train ‘cause he “couldn’t have a lazy push over working at his shop’ as he’d put it.
God damn that guy. It was just a little blunder! Everyone had those… right?
Stormy stepped out of her apartment and locked the door, heading down the stairs to the first floor. The shop had already opened, and Vivi was busy dealing with their usual wave of a-hole costumers. With only one person working, people often got impatient at the girl and would hurl insults at her. Regardless, the girl seemed to pay no mind to them, and kept up her work the same as before.
Stormy walked behind the counter and into the back room. It was used primarily for storage, but in the far corner, behind loads of boxes and other materials, was a thick, low shelf. Stormy pushed it aside, revealing a trap door. Apparently this cafe had a little underground bar just for Takeshi’s gang, along with a bunch of open space. How does one even get their hands on a place like this anyway?
She muscled open the door and descended the ladder into the darkness below humming ‘turned down for what’.
“Fire up the loud, another round of shots! Turn down for… whaaaat?”
Her feet hit solid ground, and she was in the oh so secret base of Mr. Himura’s gang. His members had all talked about the place like it was some kind of palace, so naturally, that’s what Stormy had expected. Instead there were dark brick walls speckled with patches of mildew, a dirty concrete floor, and a lot of pipes, chairs, and empty bottles. It was big at least.
On the far wall was a door that probably lead to their equally ‘fabulous’ bar, and near the door, there were weight benches, punching bags, mats, and all that fun stuff. Near the set up, Takeshi stood with a passive expression on his face.
“You sure took your time, sunshine,” he said.
“Aww, you poor thing!” Stormy said with mock sympathy, “That wait was probably reeeaaal hard on you, yeah?”
Takeshi didn’t answer and gestured for her to come closer, and Stormy obeyed and came to a stop a few feet away from him.
“Take off your jacket and knuckle gloves.”
“…Why?” Stormy arched an eye brow, “Are we gonna spar or someth’n?”
“You’re a weak, lazy, stupid, fat, ugly, did I mention weak?” Takes began hurling insults when she didn’t comply, “…lazy, fat, ugly, and— ”
“Woah woah woah,” Stormy made a time out sign with her hands, “Can we go easy on the name calling? Besides, only the first two were true.”
Takeshi furrowed his eye brows and seemed to be thinking of a other appraoch. He had probably intended to piss her off with the name calling to get her pumped up, but it hadn’t worked. Granted, Stormy was way out of fight practice, and she knew she was lazy, but she also knew she was no fatty, and most dudes called her a bomb-shell, or whatever stupid slang word one uses to describe a lady they find appealing to look at.
“I saw you dancing last night and nearly threw up, it was so bad.”
“You got beef, bro!?” Stormy threw off her jacket and her gloves with them, “I'll knock your teeth out and super glue them to your face!”
Stormy threw up her fists before pausing suddenly.
“Man, I can’t believe I fell for that! Maybe I’m the first three.”
“Just quite playing around, Paxton,” Takeshi frowned, “Now try to hit me. You need to be more precise and learn how to take more hits.”
Stormy bounced on the balls of her feet for a few seconds and started singing Turned Down For What again.
“NOW, Paxton,” Takeshi snapped.
“Alright, alright!” she snorted. The red haired girl stepped forward and swung a feint blow at the side of Takeshi's head, before twisting around and aiming a spinning back kick at his face.
Takeshi seemed to immediately know it was a feint some how, and stepped out of the way of her kick. As she regained her balance, Takeshi sent a left hook at her stomach. It was fast. A little too fast for Stormy to dodge. His fist drove into her gut and she grunted.
“Oooow!" she grunted.
“Flex you stomach muscles if you have any, you lazy piece of crap,” his words were harsh, but he looked pretty calm.
“I forgot, okay?”
“Stop making excuses, your opponents not gonna listen to that in a fight.”
Takeshi squared his stance.
“When going with someone your size, a take down can do you a lot of good. Once they’re on the ground you can implement Gracie Jiu Jitsu.”
He stepped forward and grabbed her left shoulder and right arm, before sticking his leg behind her left one and swinging her backwards. Stormy slammed onto the ground, and Takeshi landed in side mount, his shoulder drilling into her ribs.
“Take it easy, man! We’re on concrete!” Stormy groaned. Takashi got off of her and helped her back up.
“That’s a hook take down. If you see your opponent stand with one of there legs extended toward you, use it, and fall down on top of them.”
Stormy nodded, taking it all in, though she wanted to maintain the pretense of disinterest for the sake of spiting him.
“Now, try the feint blow again. Put more weight into it, it has to look real to work. Your feints look half-hearted.”
“They’re feints! Aren’t they supposed to—”
Takeshi swung a punch at her face and she blocked it with her fore arm. The man began swinging more and more punches at her. When he blood began flowing, dodging became easier, but Takeshi started punching faster.
He punched her in the eye, followed by a blow to the stomach and the shoulder. Her temple throbbed. Now she was gonna have a double shiner, that would be funny. Takes dashed forward and used the same take down from before, slamming Stormy’s head into the ground.
She lied there dazed for a moment, before performing a kip up back to her feet, and nearly falling back over.
“Do what I tell you to, fatty,” Takeshi demanded.
“Hey now, we just talked about this—”
Takeshi stepped forward and Stormy threw her hands up.
“Alright, alright!” she snapped, “Cover yo butt bro, cuz it’s about to get whooped!”
“Don’t talk like that in a fight, your opponent will take you for a joke.”
Stormy grunted in annoyance and swung another feint blow, this time putting all her body weight into it, planting her foot, to stop the blow suddenly, before aiming an uppercut at his jaw.
Takeshi stepped to the side, but Stormy had already been prepared to throw a kick to intercept him. The man grunted and stumbled slightly before righting himself.
“Better. Your skills improve once you’ve warmed up, but you need to be able to win a fight on short notice,” he said, “Your attackers not gonna watch you do thirty jumping jacks.”
He was always going on with the opponents not gonna do this, and not gonna do that crap. It seemed like his idea of training was beating her up and telling her everything she was doing wrong.
“That Perish girl’s weak too, but she’s not lazy,” Takeshi continued, “She at least knows how to avoid getting knocked out by any enemies who come in before I can intervene.”
“Don’t compare me to that little waif,” Stormy sighed, “She’s just lucky. Or a cheater. Maybe both.”
“Vivi fights normally and resists damage… unless she’d upset, the child has temper problems,” Takeshi ran his hand wearily over his face, “Just quite treating everything like it’s a game. Now punch me.”
Stormy muttered a few swear words under her breath and sent a right hay maker toward the guy. It hit him in the gut and sent him back pedaling a few steps.
“When was the last time you were in a real fight? You punch like a drunk monkey. Square your stance and make your blow precise. Its not all about muscle, if you can get enough momentum behind the blow, AND actually manage to hit you opponent, you’ll get somewhere.”
Stormy resisted the urge to spit out a sarcastic reply and just nodded. She’d had enough of getting beat up for the day, and it would do her some good to train after so long.
She continued to deliver punches, absorbing the advice Takeshi would throw out and doing her best to apply it, in spite of how many times he tacked the name ‘fatty’ to the end of it.
After exchanging a more blows, learning a few more techniques, getting a double-double black eye, a triple bloody lip, and three bumps from banging her head on the concrete Takeshi relaxed his stance and walked away from her.
“Where are you going?” Stormy called after him, wiping some sweat off her brow.
“Stay where you are, fatty,” Takeshi disappeared inside the room she assumed was the bar. A bajillion minutes passed (it was actually only four minutes) and Stormy got bored, so she walked to the other side of the room and started kicking bottles around.
A few minutes later, she heard swift foot steps on the concrete and turned around in time to receive a punch to the face from Takeshi. Stormy stumbled backward and lifted her arms to defend her self.
“I told you to stay there!” he snapped, “You have a lack of discipline, slow reflexes, AND you’re a fatty. You’re gonna take a lot of work.”
He promptly handed her glass of water and stepped back.
“…You knew I’d get bored and move didn't you?”
Takeshi responded with a wry smile.
“You son of a—”
“That’s all for today, Paxton. You began to improve considerably one you piped down and listened. Keep that in mind for next time.”
He turned on his heels and headed for the ladder, leaving Stormy with a glass of water in her hands.
“Hey, that time he didn’t call me—” she began to talk to herself but was cut off.
“Your shift’s in two hours, don’t miss it, fatty!” Takeshi called from the storage room before slamming the trapped door shut.
“…Nevermind.”
Yup, thats right. Takeshi Himura the kind-hearted owner of Himura cafe, was actually a gang leader. Needless to say, lots of tough guy wanna-be’s would come in and try to pick a fight with the staff. Which… was pretty much just her, Mr. Himura, and that Perish girl.
The night before, Stormy had been drinking a bunch of coffee, listening to music, and overall just goofing off after closing hours, resulting in her failing to notice when some rival gang members snuck in.
The girl was head banging, and fell to one knee to play the air guitar when she suddenly got kicked in the back and hit her head on the corner of the chair. Yeah… she got beat up pretty bad from there. Despite her loads of training, she’d been slacking off for the past six months, which affected her game a lot more than she’d figured it would.
The next day, Stormy stood in the bathroom of her apartment and pulled her long red hair out of her face with a hair tie, while mumbling every profanity she could think of. Her lip was split, she had two and a half shiners (take that as you will), enough bruises to play connect the dots with, and a few gashes and cuts to top it all off. The worst part was probably the soreness in her bones though.
“Ah well… ‘could be worse, right?” she murmured, staring at her bruise marred face in the mirror.
Yeah it was worse. Takeshi tried to make her stay up the rest of the night doing push ups and crunches, but she fell asleep after doing about thirty of each. Luckily he didn’t bother her. The problem was, when she woke up, he demanded he come to the cellar and train ‘cause he “couldn’t have a lazy push over working at his shop’ as he’d put it.
God damn that guy. It was just a little blunder! Everyone had those… right?
Stormy stepped out of her apartment and locked the door, heading down the stairs to the first floor. The shop had already opened, and Vivi was busy dealing with their usual wave of a-hole costumers. With only one person working, people often got impatient at the girl and would hurl insults at her. Regardless, the girl seemed to pay no mind to them, and kept up her work the same as before.
Stormy walked behind the counter and into the back room. It was used primarily for storage, but in the far corner, behind loads of boxes and other materials, was a thick, low shelf. Stormy pushed it aside, revealing a trap door. Apparently this cafe had a little underground bar just for Takeshi’s gang, along with a bunch of open space. How does one even get their hands on a place like this anyway?
She muscled open the door and descended the ladder into the darkness below humming ‘turned down for what’.
“Fire up the loud, another round of shots! Turn down for… whaaaat?”
Her feet hit solid ground, and she was in the oh so secret base of Mr. Himura’s gang. His members had all talked about the place like it was some kind of palace, so naturally, that’s what Stormy had expected. Instead there were dark brick walls speckled with patches of mildew, a dirty concrete floor, and a lot of pipes, chairs, and empty bottles. It was big at least.
On the far wall was a door that probably lead to their equally ‘fabulous’ bar, and near the door, there were weight benches, punching bags, mats, and all that fun stuff. Near the set up, Takeshi stood with a passive expression on his face.
“You sure took your time, sunshine,” he said.
“Aww, you poor thing!” Stormy said with mock sympathy, “That wait was probably reeeaaal hard on you, yeah?”
Takeshi didn’t answer and gestured for her to come closer, and Stormy obeyed and came to a stop a few feet away from him.
“Take off your jacket and knuckle gloves.”
“…Why?” Stormy arched an eye brow, “Are we gonna spar or someth’n?”
“You’re a weak, lazy, stupid, fat, ugly, did I mention weak?” Takes began hurling insults when she didn’t comply, “…lazy, fat, ugly, and— ”
“Woah woah woah,” Stormy made a time out sign with her hands, “Can we go easy on the name calling? Besides, only the first two were true.”
Takeshi furrowed his eye brows and seemed to be thinking of a other appraoch. He had probably intended to piss her off with the name calling to get her pumped up, but it hadn’t worked. Granted, Stormy was way out of fight practice, and she knew she was lazy, but she also knew she was no fatty, and most dudes called her a bomb-shell, or whatever stupid slang word one uses to describe a lady they find appealing to look at.
“I saw you dancing last night and nearly threw up, it was so bad.”
“You got beef, bro!?” Stormy threw off her jacket and her gloves with them, “I'll knock your teeth out and super glue them to your face!”
Stormy threw up her fists before pausing suddenly.
“Man, I can’t believe I fell for that! Maybe I’m the first three.”
“Just quite playing around, Paxton,” Takeshi frowned, “Now try to hit me. You need to be more precise and learn how to take more hits.”
Stormy bounced on the balls of her feet for a few seconds and started singing Turned Down For What again.
“NOW, Paxton,” Takeshi snapped.
“Alright, alright!” she snorted. The red haired girl stepped forward and swung a feint blow at the side of Takeshi's head, before twisting around and aiming a spinning back kick at his face.
Takeshi seemed to immediately know it was a feint some how, and stepped out of the way of her kick. As she regained her balance, Takeshi sent a left hook at her stomach. It was fast. A little too fast for Stormy to dodge. His fist drove into her gut and she grunted.
“Oooow!" she grunted.
“Flex you stomach muscles if you have any, you lazy piece of crap,” his words were harsh, but he looked pretty calm.
“I forgot, okay?”
“Stop making excuses, your opponents not gonna listen to that in a fight.”
Takeshi squared his stance.
“When going with someone your size, a take down can do you a lot of good. Once they’re on the ground you can implement Gracie Jiu Jitsu.”
He stepped forward and grabbed her left shoulder and right arm, before sticking his leg behind her left one and swinging her backwards. Stormy slammed onto the ground, and Takeshi landed in side mount, his shoulder drilling into her ribs.
“Take it easy, man! We’re on concrete!” Stormy groaned. Takashi got off of her and helped her back up.
“That’s a hook take down. If you see your opponent stand with one of there legs extended toward you, use it, and fall down on top of them.”
Stormy nodded, taking it all in, though she wanted to maintain the pretense of disinterest for the sake of spiting him.
“Now, try the feint blow again. Put more weight into it, it has to look real to work. Your feints look half-hearted.”
“They’re feints! Aren’t they supposed to—”
Takeshi swung a punch at her face and she blocked it with her fore arm. The man began swinging more and more punches at her. When he blood began flowing, dodging became easier, but Takeshi started punching faster.
He punched her in the eye, followed by a blow to the stomach and the shoulder. Her temple throbbed. Now she was gonna have a double shiner, that would be funny. Takes dashed forward and used the same take down from before, slamming Stormy’s head into the ground.
She lied there dazed for a moment, before performing a kip up back to her feet, and nearly falling back over.
“Do what I tell you to, fatty,” Takeshi demanded.
“Hey now, we just talked about this—”
Takeshi stepped forward and Stormy threw her hands up.
“Alright, alright!” she snapped, “Cover yo butt bro, cuz it’s about to get whooped!”
“Don’t talk like that in a fight, your opponent will take you for a joke.”
Stormy grunted in annoyance and swung another feint blow, this time putting all her body weight into it, planting her foot, to stop the blow suddenly, before aiming an uppercut at his jaw.
Takeshi stepped to the side, but Stormy had already been prepared to throw a kick to intercept him. The man grunted and stumbled slightly before righting himself.
“Better. Your skills improve once you’ve warmed up, but you need to be able to win a fight on short notice,” he said, “Your attackers not gonna watch you do thirty jumping jacks.”
He was always going on with the opponents not gonna do this, and not gonna do that crap. It seemed like his idea of training was beating her up and telling her everything she was doing wrong.
“That Perish girl’s weak too, but she’s not lazy,” Takeshi continued, “She at least knows how to avoid getting knocked out by any enemies who come in before I can intervene.”
“Don’t compare me to that little waif,” Stormy sighed, “She’s just lucky. Or a cheater. Maybe both.”
“Vivi fights normally and resists damage… unless she’d upset, the child has temper problems,” Takeshi ran his hand wearily over his face, “Just quite treating everything like it’s a game. Now punch me.”
Stormy muttered a few swear words under her breath and sent a right hay maker toward the guy. It hit him in the gut and sent him back pedaling a few steps.
“When was the last time you were in a real fight? You punch like a drunk monkey. Square your stance and make your blow precise. Its not all about muscle, if you can get enough momentum behind the blow, AND actually manage to hit you opponent, you’ll get somewhere.”
Stormy resisted the urge to spit out a sarcastic reply and just nodded. She’d had enough of getting beat up for the day, and it would do her some good to train after so long.
She continued to deliver punches, absorbing the advice Takeshi would throw out and doing her best to apply it, in spite of how many times he tacked the name ‘fatty’ to the end of it.
After exchanging a more blows, learning a few more techniques, getting a double-double black eye, a triple bloody lip, and three bumps from banging her head on the concrete Takeshi relaxed his stance and walked away from her.
“Where are you going?” Stormy called after him, wiping some sweat off her brow.
“Stay where you are, fatty,” Takeshi disappeared inside the room she assumed was the bar. A bajillion minutes passed (it was actually only four minutes) and Stormy got bored, so she walked to the other side of the room and started kicking bottles around.
A few minutes later, she heard swift foot steps on the concrete and turned around in time to receive a punch to the face from Takeshi. Stormy stumbled backward and lifted her arms to defend her self.
“I told you to stay there!” he snapped, “You have a lack of discipline, slow reflexes, AND you’re a fatty. You’re gonna take a lot of work.”
He promptly handed her glass of water and stepped back.
“…You knew I’d get bored and move didn't you?”
Takeshi responded with a wry smile.
“You son of a—”
“That’s all for today, Paxton. You began to improve considerably one you piped down and listened. Keep that in mind for next time.”
He turned on his heels and headed for the ladder, leaving Stormy with a glass of water in her hands.
“Hey, that time he didn’t call me—” she began to talk to herself but was cut off.
“Your shift’s in two hours, don’t miss it, fatty!” Takeshi called from the storage room before slamming the trapped door shut.
“…Nevermind.”
