Post by Gourlay Atsumori on Sept 9, 2014 16:21:33 GMT -6
Okay, I know that this place is shut down. I also know that rebooting is nigh impossible. However, I'm not sure what affects this post will have on the admins, nor do I know if this is against the rules. So, guests, who I know are viewing, I welcome you to join me in this new roleplay! For however long it lasts before it is locked and I am banned!
So, come roleplay with me!
"One, Two!"
Following the shout of my sensei, I unleash two jabs onto the punching bag before me.
"Two, Five!"
This time, I strike the bag, first with a left hook, then with a roundhouse kick, causing the bag to precariously wobble to and fro.
"Seven!"
I raise my eyebrow in question, why had he wanted me to end it so quickly? Nonetheless, I pull back my right foot and coil like a spring, only to unleash my power upon the bag a few moments later. The object in question unceremoniously toppling over onto the floor.
I turn to him, and see a smile worm itself onto my instructors face. "Great job, Gourlay. I knew these lessons weren't for nothing!"
I offer a small nod in return, and begin to make my way to the exit of the dojo, the man I leave behind offering a boisterous goodbye in response.
As I make my way through the darkened streets of my city, I can only brace myself as I turn down one of the darker alleyways on the street. It wasn't my most liked option, though it did shave off about half of my travel's time.
I always hated it, though, and was reminded of the reason constantly as the shadows obscured any visible objects. I could do nothing but accept the feeling of anxiousness as I continue down the alley. Even though there had been no incidents before, I still couldn't help but keep on my guard.
I actually made it about halfway down the alley before any complications.
Well, I wouldn't really call footsteps a complication, more than an uncertainty.
As such, I spin around on my heel, only for my vision to meet, unsurprisingly, absolute darkness.
The footsteps stop as soon as I do.
I take a step.
A single step resounds throughout the alley a few moments later.
I take another.
Two more steps sound out.
In fear, I dart off in the opposite direction.
In response, the steps shoot off after me.
There was no doubt about it, they were following me. I knew not why, or when they had started, but I did know that it was in my best interest to keep away from them.
So, I push all my power into my legs, and for a time, it seems to have its desired effect. The footsteps become quieter and quieter, until they fade into oblivion.
Seeing this, I let myself slow down, and begin to take short labored breaths.
I wasn't expecting, however, to be bowled over from my left side, causing me to gasp in surprise, and reflexively knee the attacker in response.
Climbing up shakily, I can just barely make out the form of a lanky man, holding his nose, no doubt the place where I struck him.
Suddenly, though, I see him look up directly at me, and a flash of white tells me of his snarl. So, knowing his intentions, I prep myself by going into a defensive stance. In response, the attacker lunges forward, hands outstretched, only to be met by a foot to the jaw. In the time it had taken him to make his way over to me, I had initiated a spin, throwing all of my momentum into my left leg, and kicked it out as he came into range.
These fools had chosen the wrong person to torment.
Soon enough, the footsteps from before come back into existence. Though this time, they had the element of darkness. I could never possibly win against an invisible opponent, so I turn tail and run, this time not stopping for anything.
Eventually, I reach the end of the alley, and am welcomed by the forgiving light. Now aided by such light, I turn around and wait for my pursuer to appear. There was no way I was going to lead them back to my place of residence.
Now, I was prepared for one person. Possibly even two. So it was understandable that I was shocked when about eleven people garbed in leather jackets walk out of the darkness. One of them walking ahead of the rest. He sports a large bruise on his nose, and blood is running freely from it.
I realize that this must be the one I kicked. I also realize that this must be the leader.
He gives me a scowl, revealing his yellowed and decaying teeth. "So, ya' thought you could get away, huh?" He laughs an odd hollow laugh, "Well, 'guess ya' got another thing comin'." He then reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out something that makes my eyes widen in horror.
A knife.
He had a knife.
He offers me a smirk now. "What, cat got'cha tongue? No, wait," He says, trying to hold back unfounded laughter. "I'm gonna' get it." He breaks and erupts into laughter, the crowd behind him mimicking it.
I realize that this might be my best chance to get this over with. If I didn't attack now, there was a large chance I'd get stabbed.
So, I dart forward, slamming a knee into the leader's gut. He lets out a strangled gasp, the knife falling from his hands, before it clatters uselessly onto the ground, its owner quickly following it.
For a moment, there is absolute silence, enough for me to pick up the knife and chuck it onto a neighboring rooftop.
I turn towards the crowd and put on my best death glare. Satisfied in seeing some of them flinch, I smile, though I don't drop the glare, "What's the matter, has the cat stolen your tongue?"
Fortunately, the clatter it creates, along with my taunt, acts as a catalyst to an apocalypse, and the crowd erupts into screams of anger and fury that intimidate me beyond belief. Still, I do not freeze up, for fear of getting pummeled. Instead, I keep as cool a mind as I can, analyzing the situation.
Each of these men are obviously fueled by their fury, and lack any proper fighting technique, as they charge in with reckless abandon. That, coupled with the fact that they lack any weapon, should make this an easy fight. However, their numbers are staggering, and I must take caution not to be overwhelmed. So, to my best interest, I select one of the stragglers of the group.
Swiftly darting towards him, I quickly block his intended jab with my forearm, and hit him in return with a dispatching elbow to the cheek, making him fall over unconscious.
The next attack comes from behind, and I am only just barely able to dodge it because of the scream its owner released.
He staggers, surprised that I was able to move out of the way. This gives me enough time to donkey kick him in the knee, making him fall over in pain. He wouldn't be a problem anymore.
The fighting continues on like this for a while, save for the fact that I had to go on the defensive, lest I be overwhelmed.
I narrowly dodge a jab as I block a kick from the amassed crowd that surrounded me. If the fighting continued on like this any longer, it would just be a contest of endurance. And, unfortunately, the six of these thugs left would have more than me.
Thankfully, though, the fighting doesn't continue this way, made evident by the cry of pain that erupts from behind me.
Spinning around to meet it, I am suddenly hit by a kick to my arm, caused by my break in concentration. I silently cursed myself as I go back into defense, disregarding the shout. It wasn't a minor hit, though it could have been much worse. It would also weaken my punches from that arm.
I continuously block punches left and right, and my stamina is slowly chipped away by each one. Still, I refuse to give up. No matter what, I wouldn't let these senseless scum win. So, I block a kick that is intended for my chest, and quickly retaliate with a side-kick to his knee, causing it to buckle from under him. Then, sensing a presence from my left, I jump forward just in time for a knife to pass through where I once was.
Wait, what?
Sure enough, I catch a few glimpses of metal through the three that are now around me. However, their position makes it impossible to tell where the said object is. I'd have to exert extreme caution from here on.
Examining their mannerisms, I stay on the defensive, and it seems that they do as well, making it even harder to determine a strategy. That is, until one of them slips up, their hand subtly and briefly twitching towards his pocket. Seeing this, I lunge forward with a fist, only for something to crash into the side of my head.
Staggering, I stumble backwards, to see a man standing with his fist outstretched, no doubt the one who had hit me. How had he even done it? My reaction time was much better than his.
In reality, I knew it was because I was exhausted. My head seemed foggy, and was now even more so after I had been hit. It felt as if I was swimming. Still, I had the common sense to fight, so I sluggishly throw a hook at the man.
Surprisingly, it not only makes contact, but also renders him useless. So, I turn my attention to the others, mainly the one who had the knife.
He flashes a grin at me as he pulls out his knife. It wasn't a large one, though it would surely be long enough to pierce an organ. He, however, does not lunge at me, instead deciding to go on the defensive.
My groggy state cannot comprehend that this is most likely a trap, and I lunge out to attack him. However, he easily sidesteps my kick, and slashes with the knife.
I was able to dodge the brunt of the attack, though it becomes apparent that I was in danger when a shooting pain goes through my side, making me fall over with a scream.
Having lost all attention to the man, I reach down and touch my left side, and come into contact with a liquid substance. My eyes widen, and I bring my hand up to see a red substance covering it. Cowering in fear now, I turn my head towards the man to see...
Nothing.
The man is long gone, and the thugs still litter the street.
I look around in confusion, and wait for either, the reason he left, or the surprise attack he might be planning.
However, the only hint I get is the shadow of a lone figure, darting off into the night. I, however, cannot grasp at the scene any longer, as my side sends out shooting pain through my body. I needed medical attention, and fast. So, I hobble through the voided streets, down to the hospital where my mother worked.
I apologize for the first person, it seems to be my best regarded literature skill. Also, I've no knowledge of the events that have already taken place, so this shall start a new universe. A blank slate, if you will. Well, seeya's
Edit: I will be using third person perspective from now on.
Edit 2: I was informed that this has no likelihood of being shut down, so cheers to that!
So, come roleplay with me!
"One, Two!"
Following the shout of my sensei, I unleash two jabs onto the punching bag before me.
"Two, Five!"
This time, I strike the bag, first with a left hook, then with a roundhouse kick, causing the bag to precariously wobble to and fro.
"Seven!"
I raise my eyebrow in question, why had he wanted me to end it so quickly? Nonetheless, I pull back my right foot and coil like a spring, only to unleash my power upon the bag a few moments later. The object in question unceremoniously toppling over onto the floor.
I turn to him, and see a smile worm itself onto my instructors face. "Great job, Gourlay. I knew these lessons weren't for nothing!"
I offer a small nod in return, and begin to make my way to the exit of the dojo, the man I leave behind offering a boisterous goodbye in response.
As I make my way through the darkened streets of my city, I can only brace myself as I turn down one of the darker alleyways on the street. It wasn't my most liked option, though it did shave off about half of my travel's time.
I always hated it, though, and was reminded of the reason constantly as the shadows obscured any visible objects. I could do nothing but accept the feeling of anxiousness as I continue down the alley. Even though there had been no incidents before, I still couldn't help but keep on my guard.
I actually made it about halfway down the alley before any complications.
Well, I wouldn't really call footsteps a complication, more than an uncertainty.
As such, I spin around on my heel, only for my vision to meet, unsurprisingly, absolute darkness.
The footsteps stop as soon as I do.
I take a step.
A single step resounds throughout the alley a few moments later.
I take another.
Two more steps sound out.
In fear, I dart off in the opposite direction.
In response, the steps shoot off after me.
There was no doubt about it, they were following me. I knew not why, or when they had started, but I did know that it was in my best interest to keep away from them.
So, I push all my power into my legs, and for a time, it seems to have its desired effect. The footsteps become quieter and quieter, until they fade into oblivion.
Seeing this, I let myself slow down, and begin to take short labored breaths.
I wasn't expecting, however, to be bowled over from my left side, causing me to gasp in surprise, and reflexively knee the attacker in response.
Climbing up shakily, I can just barely make out the form of a lanky man, holding his nose, no doubt the place where I struck him.
Suddenly, though, I see him look up directly at me, and a flash of white tells me of his snarl. So, knowing his intentions, I prep myself by going into a defensive stance. In response, the attacker lunges forward, hands outstretched, only to be met by a foot to the jaw. In the time it had taken him to make his way over to me, I had initiated a spin, throwing all of my momentum into my left leg, and kicked it out as he came into range.
These fools had chosen the wrong person to torment.
Soon enough, the footsteps from before come back into existence. Though this time, they had the element of darkness. I could never possibly win against an invisible opponent, so I turn tail and run, this time not stopping for anything.
Eventually, I reach the end of the alley, and am welcomed by the forgiving light. Now aided by such light, I turn around and wait for my pursuer to appear. There was no way I was going to lead them back to my place of residence.
Now, I was prepared for one person. Possibly even two. So it was understandable that I was shocked when about eleven people garbed in leather jackets walk out of the darkness. One of them walking ahead of the rest. He sports a large bruise on his nose, and blood is running freely from it.
I realize that this must be the one I kicked. I also realize that this must be the leader.
He gives me a scowl, revealing his yellowed and decaying teeth. "So, ya' thought you could get away, huh?" He laughs an odd hollow laugh, "Well, 'guess ya' got another thing comin'." He then reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out something that makes my eyes widen in horror.
A knife.
He had a knife.
He offers me a smirk now. "What, cat got'cha tongue? No, wait," He says, trying to hold back unfounded laughter. "I'm gonna' get it." He breaks and erupts into laughter, the crowd behind him mimicking it.
I realize that this might be my best chance to get this over with. If I didn't attack now, there was a large chance I'd get stabbed.
So, I dart forward, slamming a knee into the leader's gut. He lets out a strangled gasp, the knife falling from his hands, before it clatters uselessly onto the ground, its owner quickly following it.
For a moment, there is absolute silence, enough for me to pick up the knife and chuck it onto a neighboring rooftop.
I turn towards the crowd and put on my best death glare. Satisfied in seeing some of them flinch, I smile, though I don't drop the glare, "What's the matter, has the cat stolen your tongue?"
Fortunately, the clatter it creates, along with my taunt, acts as a catalyst to an apocalypse, and the crowd erupts into screams of anger and fury that intimidate me beyond belief. Still, I do not freeze up, for fear of getting pummeled. Instead, I keep as cool a mind as I can, analyzing the situation.
Each of these men are obviously fueled by their fury, and lack any proper fighting technique, as they charge in with reckless abandon. That, coupled with the fact that they lack any weapon, should make this an easy fight. However, their numbers are staggering, and I must take caution not to be overwhelmed. So, to my best interest, I select one of the stragglers of the group.
Swiftly darting towards him, I quickly block his intended jab with my forearm, and hit him in return with a dispatching elbow to the cheek, making him fall over unconscious.
The next attack comes from behind, and I am only just barely able to dodge it because of the scream its owner released.
He staggers, surprised that I was able to move out of the way. This gives me enough time to donkey kick him in the knee, making him fall over in pain. He wouldn't be a problem anymore.
The fighting continues on like this for a while, save for the fact that I had to go on the defensive, lest I be overwhelmed.
I narrowly dodge a jab as I block a kick from the amassed crowd that surrounded me. If the fighting continued on like this any longer, it would just be a contest of endurance. And, unfortunately, the six of these thugs left would have more than me.
Thankfully, though, the fighting doesn't continue this way, made evident by the cry of pain that erupts from behind me.
Spinning around to meet it, I am suddenly hit by a kick to my arm, caused by my break in concentration. I silently cursed myself as I go back into defense, disregarding the shout. It wasn't a minor hit, though it could have been much worse. It would also weaken my punches from that arm.
I continuously block punches left and right, and my stamina is slowly chipped away by each one. Still, I refuse to give up. No matter what, I wouldn't let these senseless scum win. So, I block a kick that is intended for my chest, and quickly retaliate with a side-kick to his knee, causing it to buckle from under him. Then, sensing a presence from my left, I jump forward just in time for a knife to pass through where I once was.
Wait, what?
Sure enough, I catch a few glimpses of metal through the three that are now around me. However, their position makes it impossible to tell where the said object is. I'd have to exert extreme caution from here on.
Examining their mannerisms, I stay on the defensive, and it seems that they do as well, making it even harder to determine a strategy. That is, until one of them slips up, their hand subtly and briefly twitching towards his pocket. Seeing this, I lunge forward with a fist, only for something to crash into the side of my head.
Staggering, I stumble backwards, to see a man standing with his fist outstretched, no doubt the one who had hit me. How had he even done it? My reaction time was much better than his.
In reality, I knew it was because I was exhausted. My head seemed foggy, and was now even more so after I had been hit. It felt as if I was swimming. Still, I had the common sense to fight, so I sluggishly throw a hook at the man.
Surprisingly, it not only makes contact, but also renders him useless. So, I turn my attention to the others, mainly the one who had the knife.
He flashes a grin at me as he pulls out his knife. It wasn't a large one, though it would surely be long enough to pierce an organ. He, however, does not lunge at me, instead deciding to go on the defensive.
My groggy state cannot comprehend that this is most likely a trap, and I lunge out to attack him. However, he easily sidesteps my kick, and slashes with the knife.
I was able to dodge the brunt of the attack, though it becomes apparent that I was in danger when a shooting pain goes through my side, making me fall over with a scream.
Having lost all attention to the man, I reach down and touch my left side, and come into contact with a liquid substance. My eyes widen, and I bring my hand up to see a red substance covering it. Cowering in fear now, I turn my head towards the man to see...
Nothing.
The man is long gone, and the thugs still litter the street.
I look around in confusion, and wait for either, the reason he left, or the surprise attack he might be planning.
However, the only hint I get is the shadow of a lone figure, darting off into the night. I, however, cannot grasp at the scene any longer, as my side sends out shooting pain through my body. I needed medical attention, and fast. So, I hobble through the voided streets, down to the hospital where my mother worked.
I apologize for the first person, it seems to be my best regarded literature skill. Also, I've no knowledge of the events that have already taken place, so this shall start a new universe. A blank slate, if you will. Well, seeya's
Edit: I will be using third person perspective from now on.
Edit 2: I was informed that this has no likelihood of being shut down, so cheers to that!