Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Sept 30, 2008 3:31:28 GMT 1
(OOC: Continuation from here, as I've been informed Dirk will no longer be participating. Open to anyone if you find a reason to be here.)
The smoke hadn't yet cleared, yet Tiao Lei Shen knew that the fireman hadn't been who he had pretended. Whoever the imposter was, he still had underestimated the former pillar and paid for it. Once ahold of his target, Tiao yanked the hose away, causing them to be on equal terms when it came to their breathing. Tiao hit him several times before the boy would be knocked to the side. Whoever he was had been tough. Tough enough that Tiao didn't want to prolong their fight in such poor conditions.
Once the masked man had hit the lockers Tiao bolted back the direction he had come, making it back into the cafeteria. He coughed and hacked, attempting to clean out his lungs with the fresh air. He returned to the hall once the smoke had cleared, only to find that the attacker had gotten away as well. The only one left was the boy that left him here. The boy that wasn't as lucky as Tiao to escape.
"Ni hao, ba ba. Ni hao ma?"
Tiao Lei Shen bowed as his father returned home from his most recent business trip. Doing his best to steady his breathing at such a low angle, Tiao could sense he wasn't succeeding. Though his eyes were at the floor, he could feel his father's gaze upon his back.
"You're out of breath, Shen. Did you put off your morning excercises until now?"
Tiao briefly looked up at his father with his eyes, keeping his bow as they once again darted back to the floor. "...No sir. No, laoshi."
"Then why are you short of wind?"
Tiao hesitated. To lie would be a great dishonor, though the truth wasn't exactly clear either. Surely it wouldn't dissapoint his father as his loss to MacMillan had, since by besting his attacker he had won, in its own way. Still, Tiao had no doubts that either way his father would be dissapointed.
"Nan! Answer me!"
Tiao bowed lower.
"I have no reasoning, Father."
Tiao's father snickered, lifting his briefcase over Tiao as he walked past him. "You don't look out of shape, but perhaps I'm wrong. Do your first 18 shaolin forms, then spend 20 minutes in wing chun. Maybe then you'll have worked it out of your system, or have decided to stop wasting my time."
"Yes sir."
Tiao waited til his father was out of the room before he rose, clenching his teeth as he slammed his palm into the hard wall next to him. There would still be a few days til it would totally be worked out of his system, and until then Tiao would have to do his best to keep out of his father's way, more so than usual. For now, Tiao would go outside and do what his Father commanded. Tomorrow, he'd start on finding out who was responsible for this, and make him bleed.
---Last Week---
The smoke hadn't yet cleared, yet Tiao Lei Shen knew that the fireman hadn't been who he had pretended. Whoever the imposter was, he still had underestimated the former pillar and paid for it. Once ahold of his target, Tiao yanked the hose away, causing them to be on equal terms when it came to their breathing. Tiao hit him several times before the boy would be knocked to the side. Whoever he was had been tough. Tough enough that Tiao didn't want to prolong their fight in such poor conditions.
Once the masked man had hit the lockers Tiao bolted back the direction he had come, making it back into the cafeteria. He coughed and hacked, attempting to clean out his lungs with the fresh air. He returned to the hall once the smoke had cleared, only to find that the attacker had gotten away as well. The only one left was the boy that left him here. The boy that wasn't as lucky as Tiao to escape.
---Now---
"Ni hao, ba ba. Ni hao ma?"
Tiao Lei Shen bowed as his father returned home from his most recent business trip. Doing his best to steady his breathing at such a low angle, Tiao could sense he wasn't succeeding. Though his eyes were at the floor, he could feel his father's gaze upon his back.
"You're out of breath, Shen. Did you put off your morning excercises until now?"
Tiao briefly looked up at his father with his eyes, keeping his bow as they once again darted back to the floor. "...No sir. No, laoshi."
"Then why are you short of wind?"
Tiao hesitated. To lie would be a great dishonor, though the truth wasn't exactly clear either. Surely it wouldn't dissapoint his father as his loss to MacMillan had, since by besting his attacker he had won, in its own way. Still, Tiao had no doubts that either way his father would be dissapointed.
"Nan! Answer me!"
Tiao bowed lower.
"I have no reasoning, Father."
Tiao's father snickered, lifting his briefcase over Tiao as he walked past him. "You don't look out of shape, but perhaps I'm wrong. Do your first 18 shaolin forms, then spend 20 minutes in wing chun. Maybe then you'll have worked it out of your system, or have decided to stop wasting my time."
"Yes sir."
Tiao waited til his father was out of the room before he rose, clenching his teeth as he slammed his palm into the hard wall next to him. There would still be a few days til it would totally be worked out of his system, and until then Tiao would have to do his best to keep out of his father's way, more so than usual. For now, Tiao would go outside and do what his Father commanded. Tomorrow, he'd start on finding out who was responsible for this, and make him bleed.