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Post by J.T. on Sept 3, 2007 19:56:07 GMT 1
Joey ignored the fire in his sunbaked lungs as he kept his breathing calm and controlled. He had been running down the beach for 10 miles now at a faster pace then he had gone in a long time. With each step he could feel his large thighs being tormented from under his black basketball shorts. He had been trying to improve his endurance over the last couple of weeks in hopes of getting into Hircine High's sports programs. If it meant torturing himself, so be it. He was never one to submit to pain, and his bone dry throat and burning legs didn't even scratch the surface of what he called discomfort. Despite his toughness, he wasn't dumb and he knew that his progress would only be hindered if he didn't do something to keep himself hydrated. Sweat covering his shirtless torso, Joey began looking for some sort of relief from the hot sun that beat down on him.
It wasn't long before he spotted his oasis, a small bar near one of the beach's parking lots. He foresaw this happening and remembered to stash a couple dollars in his pocket before he left for his run. Jogging over to the bar, he found an open stool and took a seat. "Water..." was all he could force out with his dried-up lungs still aflame.
The bartender took his time, handling the customers who were dishing out the real money first. But eventually Joey found a bottle of water being placed on the napkin in front of him. "That'll be two dollars." the bartender said in a rushed voice, trying to get the small orders out of the way quickly. 'Two dollars?' Joey thought to himself. 'They really understand supply and demand around here.'
After paying the man and downing his beverage, Joey felt refreshed and calm. His heart had slowed and he could now leave the bar and start heading back the way he came.
"Help!" yelled a boy to Joey's left. Looking over in the direction of the scream, he saw a teenager no older than he was on the ground getting stomped and kicked by about 4 bullies. "Hey, why don't you guys just get outta here before things get ugly!" Joey said, getting to his feet and doing his best to look heroic. Sizing up the thugs, he figured he could make mincemeat out of each of them within a minute. He planned to.
All of the sudden he felt a huge pain shooting through the upper back part of his skull. Collapsing to the ground, he could barely get a glimpse of the cheap-fighting assailant before blood began covering his eyes and blurring his vision. From what he saw, his attacker was a very tall very muscular white male probably around 18 years old. Joey collected that it was the steel pipe in the attacker's hand that had just become friends with Joey's head.
'So much for a high threshold of pain.' he thought as he found himself drifting into unconsciousness after the thug gave him one more hard swing to the head with his weapon. 'I could use some backup right about now.' he thought, his face now drenched in blood.
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Post by Martin Tome on Sept 3, 2007 22:15:03 GMT 1
Martin wandered around, he had been doing so for a while now. He had gotten into an argument with his mother and now decided that the best way to cool off was to take a walk. He had been bored most of the day. He simply went from one class to another totaly bored, he diddn't even go and hang out around the roof.
Martin stopped. He heard angered voices, he looked around and saw a person on the ground, 5 people around him, one of them saying somthing to the other four, then somone came behind that person and hit him with a pole. Martin blinked a few times in surprise. He looked at the 5 people standing, he could take them, he was sure of it.
Then again, that guy probobly was pretty sure of himself as well...
Half of Martin wanted to just walk away, unfortunatley, the other half wanted to stay. He sighed. The other half won. He started walking towards the people. The looked him over. His hands stayed in his pockets. He recognized one of the people on the ground, it was Joey, he had reffed the fight between Martin and Grey.
"You need somthing?"
Martin kept a smile on and bent over to make sure Joey wasn't dead.
"Nah, I'll just collect my buddy here and be on my way."
The one with the pole shook his head. Then lifted the pole above his head, he began to bring it down when Martin sweeped at his legs knocking him over. He then walked calmy over to him, still smiling. He kicked away the pole then waited untill the man got up. The man lunged at him, but he was clumsy and missed, Martin grabbed his wrist as he missed, he pulled him even more foward then put his foot on the man's back as he hit the floor and pulled on his arm until it broke. The man ran away cursing at Martin. Martin continued smiling and nodded at the other ones, the also backed off.
Martin looked at Joey and the other person. Joey was way to big to be moved on his own. Martin looked around until he found and empty bottle, he filled it with salt water then poored it onto Joey. Not the best awakening, but it would work. Martin looked down on him and continued smiling.
"Wakey wakey."
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Post by J.T. on Sept 4, 2007 2:28:42 GMT 1
"Argh!" Joey yelled, sitting up quickly as the feeling of salt entering his wound gave him a jolt of pain. Looking up, he saw Martin. The last time he saw him, Martin was limping away after falling off the roof of the school.
Still disoriented from waking up so quickly, Joey jumped to his feet and grabbed Martin by the throat. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he yelled, ready to kill the boy in his confusion. But as the seconds passed, he slowly realized what was going on and loosened his grip. Looking around, he noticed that the thugs had gone.
"Ok well if your done playing hero, theres a kid who needs help more than i do." he said, pushing Martin back by his throat and heading over to the boy that was getting beat on. "You ok?" he asked the boy, helping him to his feet.
"I'll...be fine." the boy said, limping away. Despite his curiosity, Joey didn't ask anymore questions as to why the boys were beating on him in the first place. He had been in deep before and he knew more than anyone that the most annoying people in the world were the ones that got involved when they shouldn't have.
Once the boy was gone Joey looked back at Martin. "You still here? What do you want a medal? I could've handled them myself."
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Post by Martin Tome on Sept 4, 2007 4:07:44 GMT 1
"Argh!"
Martin stayed grinning until Joey jumped up and began to choke Martin.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
Then he looked surprised, he kicked Joey's chest just as Joey let him go. Then coughed a few times and looked up at him.
"Shit, man! And I thought the violence was over for today!"
Joey started to walk toward the second person. Martin stayed still.
"Ok well if your done playing hero, theres a kid who needs help more than i do."
Yeah, at least he wasn't unconscious.
Joey helped the boy up. The boy nodded his thanks to Joey and limped away. Martin grinned sarcastically.
"Touching."
"You still here? What do you want a medal? I could've handled them myself."
Martin continued his grin.
Touchy touchy.
"The last time I saw someone try to handle a group of thugs while they where unconscious- well... actually I don't think people do that. But nah, a simple 'thanks' will suffice. Speaking of playing hero, what did you do to get mixed up with those guys?"
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Post by J.T. on Sept 4, 2007 21:06:20 GMT 1
"Thanks for what?" Joey replied, venom in his voice. "I don't see a single one of them on the ground, all you did was scare them away. Anyone could have done that. And as for what I was doing, I didn't get into that scrap for any other reason than to have an excuse for beating down on a few low lifes like them."
With this, Joey brushed by Martin, his much larger and stronger shoulder checking the boy's as he passed. He headed for the bar which seemed to fall silent as the large high school student with a face covered in blood approached. "Do you have anything to clean this up with?" he asked the bartender calmly, pointing at his face as he did so. The bartender gave him a few napkins and apologized for not having more. Joey took the napkins and started walking back in the direction where Martin stood.
"So. How'd you get better from that fall so fast?" he asked with a grin, deciding to poke fun at him before he went back to his run.
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Post by Martin Tome on Sept 4, 2007 22:09:35 GMT 1
"Thanks for what? I don't see a single one of them on the ground, all you did was scare them away. Anyone could have done that. And as for what I was doing, I didn't get into that scrap for any other reason than to have an excuse for beating down on a few low lifes like them." Martin continued his grin.
"Ooh, touchy touchy."
Joey walked away to clean his face, brushing Martin on the way, Martin continued his grin. Joey returned, most of his blood wiped away.
"So. How'd you get better from that fall so fast?"
Martin snorted then pushed the hair out of his eyes and continued his grin.
"The best hospital I could get to, thats how, besides, it wasn't so bad. It was pretty fun 'till the pain set in. My injuries where pretty minimal."
He pointed to Joey's head "What about you? You don't seem like the type who gives in to pain easily, but that was a good knock you got."
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Post by J.T. on Sept 5, 2007 3:37:36 GMT 1
(OOC- Ok. This thread was a bust. ) "Yeah don't expect to ever see me like this again." he responded at the mention of his wound. "In fact, be prepared for a beating for acting like a smartass the next time we meet. I'd take care of you now, but I figure letting you walk away from here in one piece is my payback for saving me the trouble of dealing with those guys."With this, Joey turned and began on his way back down the beach. He had a long way to go and he needed to get a move on if he wanted to get back within the hour. 'Hopefully I can knock that kid around soon.' he thought to himself with a smirk. As Grey had shown, Martin wasn't anything to be worried about in a fighting situation. Joey almost felt bad planning to hurt such a weak opponent. But still, Martin was still better than average and Joey wasn't big on morals.
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