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Post by Pain Killer on Sept 3, 2008 18:43:24 GMT 1
OOC: Very sorry for the late reply.
IC:
A frown of disappointment crossed the self-proclaimed Pain Killer's face when Zack managed to block his kick; few things bothered him more than someone not getting exactly what he felt they deserved. As the boy grabbed at others to help keep him from hitting the ground, Adam would in turn grab Zack's hair at the top of his head with his left hand, pulling back his right as he prepared to punch the kid in the face as hard as he could.
For what? Riding on my back?
His frown deepened, as he knew exactly where that train of thought was coming from. All this time with his sister and working at Legion was making him soft, second guessing some of the things he used to do without question. Adam's eyes drifted upwards, noting the girl grabbing Zack's legs walking closer and attempting to lift him higher. Having no real idea what her plan was, but figuring it would probably not result in a semi-conscious kid getting trampled to death, he switched gears almost completely. The surviving Rydell bent lower, grabbing Zack by his armpits and hefting him upwards, lifting him to roughly Adam's own head level, before thrusting him up and to Pain Killer's right, looking to throw him on top of other members of the crowd, who would hopefully give Zack the ride of his life, especially given how violent the crowd had been thus far.
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Post by Zack Richardson on Sept 6, 2008 20:06:58 GMT 1
Jack managed to grab ahold of people, but he didn't appear to be moving much and was even starting to move away from where he wanted to be, then someone yanked at his hair and he was off in the air, bouncing around with the odd punch connecting to his spine, those hurt a bit.
It didn't take loge for Zack to reach the end of the crowd and the last person pushed him off in some random direction, that direction was the stage. Wasting no time Zack shook off the pain he had in his back, looked at the band playing around him, then flipped straight back into the crowd. As his feet touched the floor Zack grabbed the nearest person to his left in a headlock, it was a rather light person, someone Zack could throw without using too much energy. Zack would slowly make his way to the center of the pit again, giving himself enough time to think of what to do with whoever he was holding.
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