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Post by jellar on May 30, 2007 9:15:12 GMT 1
A rainy Saturday afternoon surrounded the Watchmen's dojo which became a place Jellar began to spend large amounts of time. He had made it to the dojo before the rain began, and it had been about half an hour into the rain. Jellar had been quite bored lately; he was bored to the extent of bringing his own homework to the dojo, and having done it over the course of two hours, he had to find another task to do to cure his boredom. His books and the like were set aside next to a wall as to avoid getting in anyone's way. The dojo was deserted, as always, save for the occasional member stopping by. Thus, much of the time was spent by Jellar through pacing and meditating. He had been given plenty, if not too much time to think now.
However, his thinking time seemed to make him anxious. In the past months, he had not gotten in much of a fight. Since the famous riot, he had done nothing to get himself in a violent situation. Any battle scars from the riot were long gone, and he felt too clean for his own good. Jellar was yearning for something, and that something was to test himself. Once again.
Though Jellar was not exactly a violent person that provoked fights, he didn't mind one every now and then. Self control was a large aspect to Jellar's beliefs, mainly controlling his constitution and will to fight strangers. However, it wouldn't be so bad to take a fight with someone that would actually prove worthy instead of the common thug in school that wouldn't last ten seconds against Jellar. He sighed anxiously, grieving at his stiff joints. A spar would be appreciated, if anything.
At the moment, Jellar was sitting down, cross-legged, near a corner of the dojo. Boredom took him over to get up, travel to the opposing corner, and sit down again, his patience going to unwanted limits. He took time to lay down, closing his eyes and hopefully getting to sleep on the hard wooden floor.
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Post by jdmthe1st on May 31, 2007 3:35:28 GMT 1
Antonio bought a really good bike and it was probably the funniest thing in the world to see someone with a mask on, ride a bike. The mask alone people thought was enough but a bike? Antonio switched gears and he rode in a unfamilar part of town. Where the heck was he?
'Geez I get lost so easy around here. Back in my country there were five places you could go and 2 were off limits to children. This is nuts. I cant even find a phone around here, let alone any friends.............woah whos that?'
Antonio parked his bike and thought he saw someone in a building. He went to check it out and he knocked on the door. The door was open though and he checked inside to see if anyone was there.
"Hello? Anyone here? I thought I saw someone in here and I just needed directions. I have no clue where I am."
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Post by jellar on May 31, 2007 7:13:59 GMT 1
'Sounds like a familiar voice,' Jellar thought, heeding the knock on the door. Jellar hesitated to get up and answer the door. Directions weren't a problem, but was obvious that this person had not been in the dojo before. That could strike two possibilities, being that the person coming either was an honest person and did not actually know where he was and needed directions, or maybe he was an enemy of the Watchmen, hoping to hit a surprise attack on unwary members in the dojo. Hopefully, it was not the latter.
The door was open, and it was obviously Jellar's job to open it. He got up from his sitting position and made way to the door, resting his left hand on the handle. Taking a silent sigh, he quickly turned and pulled it open without warning while keeping his gaze up to the person behind the door, full alert of any attack that could have came.
However, the mask settled his nerves and Jellar quickly recognized his friend Antonio who he had met at China town one day. 'Rich kid in this part of town, huh?' Jellar thought, relaxed now, 'Definitely must be lost indeed.'
"Lost, are you, Antonio?" Jellar asked. He didn't feel like sparring with Antonio, if anyone, as he seemed more of a comic relief to him more than anything, so he resisted his drive to get in a fight as he proceeded to serve a kindness as a Watchman. "Well, where're you headed? I'm pretty sure I could point you the right direction, considering I've been here a while."
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Post by leslie on May 31, 2007 20:26:43 GMT 1
Steps echoed through the empty street as a lone and dimunitive figure made its way through the intricate maze of alleys and niches that made San Francisco so expansive and complicated. Although not completely lost, Leslie risked a glance at her wrist where her watch briefly appeared from beneath her long sleeve. Not even halfway home and it's taken me a good hour to get this far. This will be the last time I accidentily miss the bus. Caught in her own thoughts, she almost missed the masked person flying down the street on a bicycle - almost. A small, even undistinguishable smile appeared on her lips as she shook her head slowly. That - what did he call himself? A luchador, that's what it was... he looks funny on a bicycle.
Watching as the figure eventually stopped in front of what appeared to be a traditional dojo, then - surprise surprise - knocked on the door, Lin stopped to pull a ricecake from one of the middle pockets on her pants, unwrapping the snack from its wax paper only to try to remember if her uncle had told her anything about a dojo toward downtown. A few bites into the ricecake, her eyes still focused on the dojo entrance, Lin swallowed what remained of her last bite then rewrapped the cake and placed it carefully back into her pocket for later. It looks to be friendly, and he seems to know the luchador, perhaps their sensei wouldn't be adverse to speaking with me. Still unsure of how to go about introducing herself, Lin stuck to the shadows cast by the overhanging stairs and awnings to simply watch and wait patiently for a more opportune moment to make herself more visible.
[I'm not sure if this was a closed or open thread. If it's closed, just tell me and I'll delete myself from it. ^.^]
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Post by jdmthe1st on May 31, 2007 22:24:35 GMT 1
"Lost, are you, Antonio?"
WHAT A RELIEF! It was Jeller. At least Antonio knew the guy from the day before and he had directions. He wasnt planning on fighting any time soon anyways. He thought to himself
'Oh right I need directions. But what is Jeller doing in a place like this? Is this his place to train? Personally if I wasnt rich I would rate this 99 out of 100 because it has everything I want except people willing train me for my matches. Even if the place is a wreck its awesome.'
"Yeah Im looking for directions. Boy I never think I would find you here. Oh yeah! My big match is coming up. I think at least 10 people from hircine high will be there. Is this where you train though Jeller? It looks like an awesome place because you have nobody to bother you really. I have a gym back at my home with trainers and I actually own a seperate place with all sorts of weird crap I have on the other side of town. Uh anyways Im looking for the mountains here but I think I made a wrong turn at Albuquerque."
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Post by jellar on Jun 1, 2007 23:50:50 GMT 1
(OOC: Not closed, but very open. Also, Antonio, it's spelled JellAr, not JellEr, if you didn't catch that in the PM. ) "Oh yeah, the match!" Jellar said, admitting that he had let that slip from his mind. He had promised that he would try and make it when they were at China town, so he felt a little guilt inside. However, he intended to fix that up. He had time to spare, so he could get information about the match, and he knew exactly where Antonio needed to go to get to the mountains, as Jellar had been there before. "So when and where is the match? I need to mark my calender for it, and I'm pretty sure I'll have enough free time to be there." Jellar stretched his arms back a little bit, his muscles still relaxed. A luchador match would be interesting, or to Jellar it would seem that way. He'd never been to one, but to see his masked friend in a match it would be pretty cool, especially if he won. However, Jellar needed to give Antonio directions. He remembered the day that he went to the mountains and how he overheard Hircinians say the mountains were beyond the school, and so he planned to redirect Antonio to that direction. "As for the mountains, you need to get back to the school," he started, "When you get there, the mountains are just beyond. If you look, you should be able to see them in the horizon and you'll see a path that gets you in that direction from the school..." He sighed carefully, his muscles tensing again. "As for getting to the school, you'll need to go to that alleyway where the girl that's spying on us is," Jellar said, pointing to the girl that seemed to be concealing herself. Jellar was wide alert when opening the door, and if he was expecting an enemy, there was no reason for him not to expect multiple ones. He was not so naive to think an enemy would travel alone, and so he easily spotted the girl but did not make a move until he felt necessary. "Anyways, if you go down that alley, take the first right, continue and then take the next left. It'll be a winding path, but that should get you back to the school," Jellar said, in a lower tone with more seriousness involved. However, it was now time to give attention to the girl in the alley, to see if she was really an enemy or just another lost person like Antonio. "And you can come out now, if you didn't already figure out that I know where you are," Jellar said, expanding his voice almost as an order for the girl to come out. He had expected her to already hear Jellar's words and how he had told Antonio that he already knew of her presence. In any case, she was hopefully an ally.
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Post by leslie on Jun 2, 2007 0:07:09 GMT 1
[Sorry it's short. I didn't want to repeat myself. ] Still watching quite contently from the alleyway where she had paused to eat a bit of a snack, Lin leaned lightly upon the sturdy brick wall behind her until she was pointed out in their conversation. Unsure whether she should step forward or just retreat since the wording was so negative about her presence, Lin briefly weighed the options in her mind. Step forward – retreat – step forward – retreat… which one would be better? Drawing upon her past experiences with fighters, especially so close to their home territory, it seemed to be better to make herself known as a friend than to try to avoid the confrontation. So, the decision made, Lin allowed the pair to continue to speak, waiting until they were done to step from beneath the awning and remove her hat so that her face could be seen. Turning her head in each direction as she jogged across the street, she pushed her rebellious black locks from her eyes then glared up at the larger male with a condescending and even annoyed expression – masking her insecurity with emotion, “I wasn’t spying. I was on my way home when I saw the luchador going past on his bicycle. We met the other day so I thought I’d see what he was doing.” Slowly folding her arms over her chest in a stubborn gesture, Lin lifted her head slightly to look at the male, her stature giving her a greater disadvantage in intimidation, “And I was interested in the dojo. My uncle didn’t tell me of any near the school.”
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Post by jdmthe1st on Jun 2, 2007 4:02:54 GMT 1
"So when and where is the match? I need to mark my calender for it, and I'm pretty sure I'll have enough free time to be there."
Antonio hands Jellar something that looks like a card that has the time, date and location written on it. But its not actually a card. Its a front row pass. One of the best seats in the house.
"That front row ticket will explain alot. I dont know if I have more front row tickets available but if you see anyone that you know from Hircine High chances are they will be in the front row too but some might be on the other side. Im scheduled to fight that night. Its not scripted either and its the tuesday night wrestling program on a different day. Meaning the mystery person I have to beat determines if I have a shot at the west coast title."
Antonio pauses and closes his eyes then opens them and says:
"...............If I get that shot by winning the first match then I will fight right after and Im going to be dead exhausted probably unless my fight is quick. With either guy. I would like the first fight to be quick and I hope the second one is long because the guy Im fighting is good but if he kills me its going to be short. If I win this title people all over the west coast and not just California but people across the USA will challenge me and the good thing is I wont have to fight over in their states. As a champion in my league they have a rule where if you are champion you can defend the title in your home ring if you want. But chances are I wont because if I do it will take days to travel and I would be missing school. But I doubt I will win the second match. The guy is undefeated ever since his debut four years ago and he has had a number of title defenses meaning people tried to take his belt away but he has kept it everytime."
"Anyways, if you go down that alley, take the first right, continue and then take the next left. It'll be a winding path, but that should get you back to the school,"
"Awesome! You know your way around here really well."
"And you can come out now, if you didn't already figure out that I know where you are,"
What was Jellar talking about? Was there someone there? Antonio didnt know but its almost like Jellar was Spiderman and Peter Parker put together. His spiderman like sight caught the shadow of a girl over near a corner.
“I wasn’t spying. I was on my way home when I saw the luchador going past on his bicycle. We met the other day so I thought I’d see what he was doing.”
"Oh hey how is everything?"
“And I was interested in the dojo. My uncle didn’t tell me of any near the school."
"You know I have trainers back inside my mansion who can train you in any martial art style you want for free. Even as a luchador I still have to know how to recognize other martial art styles just by looking at them. But if you dont want to train at my mansion then thats fine. I think this place is deserted."
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Post by jellar on Jun 8, 2007 4:13:05 GMT 1
'Wow, front row,' Jellar thought, accepting the ticket. He had never been to many sports games, but he had never sat front row before. He thought it would be a neat experience, and he set it a high priority to go. Jellar had heard of scripted wrestling, which is probably one of the reasons why he was never interested, but knowing the depth of this match and how great Antonio could become was a little exciting. Though, he somehow doubted he could become the best in the west.
The girl came out, and she didn't seem very threatening, though Jellar would not let his guard down just by outward appearances. She was interested in the dojo, though Jellar did not have much instruction on how to deal with others since the riot. Maverik had not called any meetings concerning these things, so whether to reveal information about the dojo or not was not clear. In any case, Jellar could speak a little bit, though he wouldn't mention the Watchmen.
After nodding to Antonio, Jellar turned to the girl and spoke, "The dojo is just a place that a group of friends can gather and hang out," Jellar said, giving very minimal but true information. Though, without investigating the girl further, Jellar would not divulge anything else.
"...and you are?" Jellar asked, still skeptical of he presence.
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