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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 16:48:36 GMT -5
It had been two years since the last time he spoke to her, two months since he arrived in New York, and only two minutes since he dismantled a small gang on the roof of PHS#552. Battered and broken bodies laid sprawled across the rooftop, as a figure made his way to a boy limping away.
Enter Leopolde V. Sevren, six feet and two inches of pure rage. He held the crippled gang member by the neck holding him against a wall repeatedly punching him in the face over and over and over again. Even though the gang was full of kids just acting out against a broken system, Leo took no prisoners when it came to his search.
"WHERES OLIVIA!?"
Another blow to the poor already beaten kid. Leo paused in his assault awaiting an answer,when the kid spat in his face. Leo tossed him to the ground, and kicked him square in the jaw.
*Crack*
Blood gushed out the boys cheek covering Leo's white sneakers in blood. The boy obviously didn't know anything, he was just making his way through the local gangs until he came across something.Taking a moment to calm himself down he reached into his front pocket pulling out his pack of cigarettes and lighting it with the lighter he stuck inside of it. Puffing out clouds of thick cancerous smoke he walked over and picked up his blood splattered trucker hat that said "Make cornbread not war" and placed it firmly on his head.
"On to the next one."
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 12, 2015 20:13:48 GMT -5
A Proper School Welcome There was a chorus of shouting that could be heard from the rooftops of on the PHS #552 buildings that could be heard during third period. The boy, who had been resting on his desk unproductively perked up an ear. He stared up at the teacher who was staring at him straight in the eyes. Sweat drops were forming on the nape of the professor's neck as he shook his head weakly at his special needs student. Fear and concern were in his eyes as he stared into the singular eye, already knowing the outcome. "N-No, Thomas! Ignore the loud noises! IGNOR---" But the boy had already bolted out of his seat. The teacher just didn't speak with... enough authority. The teacher cursed. This was going to reflect poorly on his annual audit. As though to confirm this thought, a crumpled up paper ball was thrown at his head, bouncing into the waste basket. There were high fives. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Leopolde would hear the adjacent wall's door being kicked open, banging loudly. If Leo turned to his side, he would see the northernmost gangster he had brutalized raising up on hands. Out of his peripherals, he would see a red blur run five feet, before jumping another five feet UP AND ON TOP OF THE GUY, planting his fist down in the stomach with a *THUD* and the man instantly collapsed prone and still. "SMASH!"
"=D!"
...And from where the boy crouched he turned his head, scanning for anyone else, the smile on his face sagging, before looking around and... Spotting Leo. ---If Leo looked closely, he would see that the newcomer was sporting an eye patch over where his right eye should have been, and a spiked collar with a nametag on it: TUVLAN Also, the long-haired redhead appeared to be in a black kilt and boots (hopefully with some underwear on). But if they locked eyes, the boy's sagging smile would immediately revive. "=D!?"
And if Leo raised a hand, or shouted a profanity or made any sudden movements, THE BODY WOULD BE SCOOPED UP IN THE BOY'S HANDS AND HURTLED STRAIGHT AT LEO'S CHEST. As soon as the body was thrown, the boy rush over to the next body nearest to him, just to his south. But if Leo would do nothing, they would just stare at each other, the boy's smile growing broader.
Tuvlan's Locked-In Thread Statistics
-Strength: 20
-Dexterity: 18
-Constitution: 20
-Wisdom: 5
-Intelligence: 5 |
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 14:06:18 GMT -5
The flash of red hair caught his attention. His heart beat quickened could it be Olivia? He couldn't tell for he had terrible eyesight. He refused to wear glasses ever since he was a child, in fears he would look like a nerd. "Olivia is that you?"
But before he could take a step forward, the body of a student was hurled toward him knocking him on his back. Nope. Definitely not her. Leo pushed the unconscious body off himself and slowly stood up. In retrospect Olivia probably wouldn't have yelled SMASH. He flipped his trucker hat backwards, It was about to go down. Now that the figure was a little bit closer to him, he could tell it was defiantly not Olivia.It seemed to be some kind of Irish pirate. Leo was still deciding on what gender.Damn astigmatism. He rushed the pirate rearing back his right arm clenching his fist he sent a hook towards the pirates cheek, "ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!"
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 17, 2015 16:04:12 GMT -5
Blow for Blow 1.0 The boy did not hear the words spoken, just the direction and the sound's origin. Given the state of things, the boy was in "playtime" mode and needed little incentive to connect this man's presence and his relation to all the downed people. As far as the boy was concerned, this man was here to " PLAY." Hucking the unconscious student at the guy standing by the rooftop stair's building, the boy continued with his actions to turning to the next unconscious body (the aforementioned one that was south of him), and running to person. Then, he'd grab the body by its shoulders and stand the person up to face the blond. While Leo pushed the thrown body off himself and slowly stood himself up, the boy watched this fellow twist around his trucker hat on backwards on himself. The boy smiled broadly in anticipation. THIS guy looked like he SERIOUSLY wanted to "PLAY." The fella rushed at the boy, arms reeling back for a punch. "ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!"
"=D!?" The boy would not falter. He shoved the body forward lightly (10 Strength) to throw Trucker off for a moment, diverting the hook to his face before it even happened. He would reach back into his kilt's pocket, never breaking eye contact and rolled up the plastic battery in his right fist like smaller roll of nickels. Hefting back his own right arm, THE BOY RUSHED FORWARD TO PLANT A RIGHT HOOK OF HIS OWN AT TRUCKER'S LEFT CHEEK. "SMASH!" If it made contact... even if the boy was hit himself... energy would pulse from the boy's fist. Both would feel a surge of energy fill the both of them...
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Plastic Green Power Battery (Permanent Consumable)
*+5 Constitution to Tuvlan and Leopolde Sevren for the duration of the Thread
Tuvlan's Locked-In Thread Statistics
-Strength: 20
-Dexterity: 18
-Constitution: 20 + 5 = 25
-Wisdom: 5
-Intelligence: 5 |
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