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Post by Scum on Sept 21, 2015 17:10:04 GMT -5
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| --NATHAN apathy❞
Apathy, the lack of emotion or lack of interest. Today, Nathan had planned on doing something bizarre. He'd heard rumor of a fighter by the name of Soran who posses inhumane abilities in the ring. Seeing that as an opportunity to learn more about pain, he couldn't help but itch to fight him. After beating a few men within an inch of their life, he approached Soran's locker and withdrew a black sharpie, writing but two words in the dead center. "FIGHT. COURTYARD." There he would stand, the courtyard full of multiple brawls sprawling about. He wasn't entirely sure what this Soran man was going to the bring to the table and he was damn sure he'd lose-- that aside, he knew he wasn't going to back down, it wasn't in his apathetic nature to do so. "Come on then, Soran. Teach me what pain is all about". He assumed his stance, preparing for a punch anywhere by anyone. |
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Post by Scum on Sept 21, 2015 21:02:18 GMT -5
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| --NATHAN apathy❞
There were things wrong with this man, the first of which being his infatuation with Nathan. His apathetic gaze had remained just that, yet it could be sensed he'd been thinking. Looking over the man known as Soran, he didn't notice any particularly strong or anything particularly weak about him, simply that he assumed no stance; that was the most disturbing part of all. Either way, he decided it best to respond now so he could get to the punchies afterwards.
"Love?" He said "I'm don't understand that, what is love?" He began to take a step forward, slowly walking towards the man. "Not just that though. If I am in love, why is it undying? Would you mind explaining that?" His pace picked up "What does it mean to be shy? Does that somehow tie in with intimidation? I've heard you are intimidating but I don't understand that either". Breaking into a full sprint, he darted directly for the man they called Soran. "Please explain yourself, Soran. I require knowledge of emotion and you seem to be chock full of them". As he reached Soran he would quickly strafe to the right, planting his left foot on the ground before using all of his momentum to rush in with a right hook to the stomach.
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Post by Scum on Sept 22, 2015 17:09:09 GMT -5
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| --NATHAN apathy❞
You know, he'd always heard stories about being swept up off of his feet. During television shows, females often described it as the greatest feeling the world. Some people even said it was a magical experience..What the hell were they talking about? This was no pleasurable magic fairy land here! "Shit!"Before he had time to react, he was picked up by his shirt (Please refer to paragraph one for an accurate description of his thoughts at the time.) and slammed into the cement faster than he could blink. Pain coursed throughout his body, faster than he'd ever felt before..It was then that Nathan knew..he'd fucked up. "Ow"! As Soran halted, hand still grasping his shirt, he simply stared down at him with cold and unforgiving eyes; he had seemed to wish to intimidate him. "Are you satisfied"?"Not really to be honest." Nathan said, his legs quickly rising. "Everything in my body hurts and to tell you the truth I'm kind of hungry." Placing his hands on the ground, he used the strength of his legs to lift him back up into the air(should he be kicked in anyway during this time, I won't be mad.  ); his apathetic gaze resting on the man. "If I can tell you a secret though, I'm actually kind of excited". His eyes would not change, it never did. He only continued to stare at him as he took stance once more, preparing for another strike. "After this, do you want to go get a bite to eat"?Foolishing rushing forth, he ducked only slightly before bringing his right palm forward in an attempt to swiftly palm strike him in the chin. Should this not work, his left palm would be ready for the counterattack; his right palm close behind. |
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); his apathetic gaze resting on the man. "If I can tell you a secret though, I'm actually kind of excited". His eyes would not change, it never did. He only continued to stare at him as he took stance once more, preparing for another strike.