Post by Zeniro on Feb 16, 2007 1:42:03 GMT 1
Zeniro had spent all day stuck in solitary. The school evidently knew his past and at the first sign of trouble they looked him in a small room with a table, chair, book and pen. Zeniro thought such actions were rediculous, all he'd done is slammed some schmucks face into a locker, Zeniro saw it as doing others a favour. While their jaw was wired shut they wouldn't be able to go running their mouth off anymore and people might finally get some peace in that particular area of the lockers. Due to this stint in solitary Zeniro was a combination of painfully bored and extremely agitated.
Unable to settle down in his dorm Zeniro decided that he would stalk around town for the remainder of the evening or at least until he tired of that and he finally gave up on the night and went to get some sleep. Straying from the 'public' side of town with all the shops and bars, Zeniro instead chose to take a look around the darker areas, the places people didn't go to unless they really had to. Zeniro for some odd reason always felt more at home in such places. While walking through this particular part of town Zeniro noticed that the walls were scrawled with some illegible slur of spray paint. He smirked to himself...Gang Tags.
Zeniro it seemed was on someones turf.
Walking by apartment block after boarded up apartment block Zeniro soon found himself facing a pair of young men. They had propped themselves casually against a car. The car was of no particular interest to Zeniro...your run of the mill bucket of rust. It was the two young men giving him an awkward eye that caught his interest. He could feel their gaze. For the time being Zeniro was on the opposite side of the street to these two gang bangers. With a sly smile and a glance in their direction Zeniro crossed the street to walk on their side of the pavement. Something that clearly caught the duo by surprise. The oldest of the two uncrossed his arms and tapped his friend on the shoulder, as if on cue they both pushed themselves from the car and began walking toward Zeniro. One of them calling out as they walked.
'You're on the wrong side of town...'
Zeniro smiled openly at the threat. He flexed the hands that were placed in his favoured fingerless leather gloves. A ridge of metal studs decorating the knuckles. He stopped still as the two approached, a series of dull thuds echoing through the deserted street as his boot clad feet came to rest. Once the two gang bangers were around 10ft away they also came to a halt. A stand off situation occuring. They had obviously expected some sort of reply from Zeniro. He had offered none. Once against the eldest spoke out a tad more venom now in his tone.
'You speak english? I said if you don't get off our turf you'll be leaving in an ambulance.'
Zeniro's right arm raised, the heavy chain that was wrapped around it clinking together as his arm shifted from his side. With said raised arm Zeniro made a 'come get some' gesture toward the two gang bangers. Evidently disgruntled by such dis-respect the eldest and boldest of the two rushed forward. Zeniro enjoyed such no questions asked behaviour. He'd been looking for a release all day and now he was about to get it. The gang banger threw a wild left hook toward Zeniro's face. Zeniro simply lifted his right arm and bent it at the elbow to parry the blow much like a boxer would with a shift of his right arm and a simple step to his left. This left his attacker off ballance for a mere moment. Zeniro during this time had already sent his left hand surging toward his opponents throat, his palm was splayed facing the young man. As he came into contact those barbed fingers did not grasp. Zeniro instead raked his claw like nails into the skin and dragged savagely downwards. The skin on the neck was torn open in a gruesome manner and a spatter of blood sprayed to the asphalt.
'Son of a...'
Zeniro watched as his assailent staggered off holding his throat in pain. The wound was not even close to fatal, but Zeniro had caused the a substantial gash in the neck and one that deffinately needed medical treatment. Even the hardiest of people would find it hard to fight on with such an injury. Not to mention the constant flow of blood that would stream from the open wound. Zeniro smiled as he raised the fingers of his left hand to his lips. Whilst staring in the direction of his opponent he licked at the bloody fingers. The metalic taste of someone elses blood causing his mouth to salivate.
From behind Zeniro heard footsteps, swift footsteps. The second guy was rushing in to save his friend. Zeniro turned swiftly on his right heel. His left foot slamming down infront of him, his feet already splayed at a shoulders width with no need for adjustment. The kid wasn't too fast and Zeniro still had atleast 2ft of rushing distance before impact. He did not move. Zeniro was heavier and larger than this one, he would crush him.
The younger of the two gang bangers had let the fight or flight instinct take over. There was a rage in his eyes that Zeniro savoured. As the kid came in close and his right arm lashed out at Zeniro for a strike Zeniro would be equal to it, his own left arm lashing out and grabbing the arm at the wrist before it had any chance of extending. Then his right arm would shoot out and slam into the kids chest clawing at his clothing and pushing forwards and upwards while his left arm pulled down on the kids right. As he did this the left foot would slowly slide back and Zeniro's body would turn to the left. What this created was a rather impressive looking manouver. Zeniro used the kids own momentum against him and in one fluid movement had lifted him cleanly into the air. Now at the pinnacle of his height Zeniro would release his hold with his right hand and shift it to the kids shoulder. Dragging down now with both hands he slammed the youth with a merciless force into the floor...face first.
The noise was horrendous. A mixture of a loud crack as multiple bones broke. The jaw, the nose, the collar bone. A wet smack as his face collided with the floor at an awkward angle and all his weight crushed on top of him. Zeniro saw a streak of blood squirt out onto the road as the kids face burt open in multiple places. Oddly enough the kid didn't make a sound. He just lay there limp on the floor. Zeniro stood silently and turned them over. Instinctually he searched for a pulse and he found one. Zeniro raised himself and looked toward the oldest gang banger. They had collapsed on the floor in pain and they were muttering something amongst their tears. Zeniro couldn't quite make it out, but it was irratating him.
"You mentioned an ambulance earlier."
Zeniro smirked as he approached the fallen gang banger. Once he reached them he simply slammed the toe of his boot into jaw. Their head snapped back at a disgusting angle and they flopped to the floor onconcious. A mixture of saliva, blood and teeth cascading from their mouth as it hung open. Crouching by this one Zeniro searched his pockets and found a phone. Hitting 911 he waited for the operator to pick up, after giving the whereabouts and the situation Zeniro simply tossed the phone to one side.
Satisfied with his release for the night Zeniro headed toward the closest alley and started his walk back to his dorm.
Unable to settle down in his dorm Zeniro decided that he would stalk around town for the remainder of the evening or at least until he tired of that and he finally gave up on the night and went to get some sleep. Straying from the 'public' side of town with all the shops and bars, Zeniro instead chose to take a look around the darker areas, the places people didn't go to unless they really had to. Zeniro for some odd reason always felt more at home in such places. While walking through this particular part of town Zeniro noticed that the walls were scrawled with some illegible slur of spray paint. He smirked to himself...Gang Tags.
Zeniro it seemed was on someones turf.
Walking by apartment block after boarded up apartment block Zeniro soon found himself facing a pair of young men. They had propped themselves casually against a car. The car was of no particular interest to Zeniro...your run of the mill bucket of rust. It was the two young men giving him an awkward eye that caught his interest. He could feel their gaze. For the time being Zeniro was on the opposite side of the street to these two gang bangers. With a sly smile and a glance in their direction Zeniro crossed the street to walk on their side of the pavement. Something that clearly caught the duo by surprise. The oldest of the two uncrossed his arms and tapped his friend on the shoulder, as if on cue they both pushed themselves from the car and began walking toward Zeniro. One of them calling out as they walked.
'You're on the wrong side of town...'
Zeniro smiled openly at the threat. He flexed the hands that were placed in his favoured fingerless leather gloves. A ridge of metal studs decorating the knuckles. He stopped still as the two approached, a series of dull thuds echoing through the deserted street as his boot clad feet came to rest. Once the two gang bangers were around 10ft away they also came to a halt. A stand off situation occuring. They had obviously expected some sort of reply from Zeniro. He had offered none. Once against the eldest spoke out a tad more venom now in his tone.
'You speak english? I said if you don't get off our turf you'll be leaving in an ambulance.'
Zeniro's right arm raised, the heavy chain that was wrapped around it clinking together as his arm shifted from his side. With said raised arm Zeniro made a 'come get some' gesture toward the two gang bangers. Evidently disgruntled by such dis-respect the eldest and boldest of the two rushed forward. Zeniro enjoyed such no questions asked behaviour. He'd been looking for a release all day and now he was about to get it. The gang banger threw a wild left hook toward Zeniro's face. Zeniro simply lifted his right arm and bent it at the elbow to parry the blow much like a boxer would with a shift of his right arm and a simple step to his left. This left his attacker off ballance for a mere moment. Zeniro during this time had already sent his left hand surging toward his opponents throat, his palm was splayed facing the young man. As he came into contact those barbed fingers did not grasp. Zeniro instead raked his claw like nails into the skin and dragged savagely downwards. The skin on the neck was torn open in a gruesome manner and a spatter of blood sprayed to the asphalt.
'Son of a...'
Zeniro watched as his assailent staggered off holding his throat in pain. The wound was not even close to fatal, but Zeniro had caused the a substantial gash in the neck and one that deffinately needed medical treatment. Even the hardiest of people would find it hard to fight on with such an injury. Not to mention the constant flow of blood that would stream from the open wound. Zeniro smiled as he raised the fingers of his left hand to his lips. Whilst staring in the direction of his opponent he licked at the bloody fingers. The metalic taste of someone elses blood causing his mouth to salivate.
From behind Zeniro heard footsteps, swift footsteps. The second guy was rushing in to save his friend. Zeniro turned swiftly on his right heel. His left foot slamming down infront of him, his feet already splayed at a shoulders width with no need for adjustment. The kid wasn't too fast and Zeniro still had atleast 2ft of rushing distance before impact. He did not move. Zeniro was heavier and larger than this one, he would crush him.
The younger of the two gang bangers had let the fight or flight instinct take over. There was a rage in his eyes that Zeniro savoured. As the kid came in close and his right arm lashed out at Zeniro for a strike Zeniro would be equal to it, his own left arm lashing out and grabbing the arm at the wrist before it had any chance of extending. Then his right arm would shoot out and slam into the kids chest clawing at his clothing and pushing forwards and upwards while his left arm pulled down on the kids right. As he did this the left foot would slowly slide back and Zeniro's body would turn to the left. What this created was a rather impressive looking manouver. Zeniro used the kids own momentum against him and in one fluid movement had lifted him cleanly into the air. Now at the pinnacle of his height Zeniro would release his hold with his right hand and shift it to the kids shoulder. Dragging down now with both hands he slammed the youth with a merciless force into the floor...face first.
The noise was horrendous. A mixture of a loud crack as multiple bones broke. The jaw, the nose, the collar bone. A wet smack as his face collided with the floor at an awkward angle and all his weight crushed on top of him. Zeniro saw a streak of blood squirt out onto the road as the kids face burt open in multiple places. Oddly enough the kid didn't make a sound. He just lay there limp on the floor. Zeniro stood silently and turned them over. Instinctually he searched for a pulse and he found one. Zeniro raised himself and looked toward the oldest gang banger. They had collapsed on the floor in pain and they were muttering something amongst their tears. Zeniro couldn't quite make it out, but it was irratating him.
"You mentioned an ambulance earlier."
Zeniro smirked as he approached the fallen gang banger. Once he reached them he simply slammed the toe of his boot into jaw. Their head snapped back at a disgusting angle and they flopped to the floor onconcious. A mixture of saliva, blood and teeth cascading from their mouth as it hung open. Crouching by this one Zeniro searched his pockets and found a phone. Hitting 911 he waited for the operator to pick up, after giving the whereabouts and the situation Zeniro simply tossed the phone to one side.
Satisfied with his release for the night Zeniro headed toward the closest alley and started his walk back to his dorm.