Post by Seni Kalamafoni on Jun 4, 2008 19:05:11 GMT 1
Eyes searching, Seni saw a few people he recognized. The first was the one standing on the table, Ayal running at him. He had done that shit with all the flyers everywhere. He seemed to think he was some sort of hard body. The next was the people from the roof, standing, discussing shit with each other. And than, a new face Seni hadn't seen.
He saw the man push someone else in the way of Ayal and saw his friend handle the situation well. Seni had sobered up completely at this point. His mind was running at full speed. He saw the man deliver a swift kick to a falling oppenent but realized thats not what mattered. Seni stayed with his back against a wall, watching Ayal attack the other kid. His eyes took in the scene in front of him.
Madness. What the fuck did this accomplish? Where was the point in this. No money was involved. At least in the streets you made money right? You had respect as being a rider out there. Here, it doesn't matter. No pay off. Nothing. Just fight after fight.
Seni's mind wrapped around the events as of late. It was different to him. He didn't understand the motivation of these kids running around bangin' out on each other.
Seni saw a fist coming for him. The punch connected directly with his mouth. Blood opened up on his lip. His hand let go of his chair and again he saw little stars. A white kid stood in front of his, another punch coming. Seni moved his head out of the way of the punch, the fist connecting with brick, a loud pop of satis. A right and left hook to the kids stomache and an elbow across the chin made the white kid stumble back. Seni came forward, a jab to the mouth connected, he reached out with his hands, grabbing a hand full of hair, his knee driving up as he brought the kids head down. It connected with a hard impact, blood poured from the smashed nose onto Seni's jeans and the ground. Seni stepped back against the wall his eyes watching everything.
He saw the man push someone else in the way of Ayal and saw his friend handle the situation well. Seni had sobered up completely at this point. His mind was running at full speed. He saw the man deliver a swift kick to a falling oppenent but realized thats not what mattered. Seni stayed with his back against a wall, watching Ayal attack the other kid. His eyes took in the scene in front of him.
Madness. What the fuck did this accomplish? Where was the point in this. No money was involved. At least in the streets you made money right? You had respect as being a rider out there. Here, it doesn't matter. No pay off. Nothing. Just fight after fight.
Seni's mind wrapped around the events as of late. It was different to him. He didn't understand the motivation of these kids running around bangin' out on each other.
Seni saw a fist coming for him. The punch connected directly with his mouth. Blood opened up on his lip. His hand let go of his chair and again he saw little stars. A white kid stood in front of his, another punch coming. Seni moved his head out of the way of the punch, the fist connecting with brick, a loud pop of satis. A right and left hook to the kids stomache and an elbow across the chin made the white kid stumble back. Seni came forward, a jab to the mouth connected, he reached out with his hands, grabbing a hand full of hair, his knee driving up as he brought the kids head down. It connected with a hard impact, blood poured from the smashed nose onto Seni's jeans and the ground. Seni stepped back against the wall his eyes watching everything.