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| Topic Started: Nov 18 2009, 05:26 PM (66 Views) | |
| Mr. Trout | Nov 18 2009, 05:26 PM Post #1 |
Henshin boogy
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It was starting out a different kind of day. With the events of the previous weeks becoming more and more...well, silly. The mighty fist devils had taken to needing more people. Inaugurating them as quickly as possible with as little hubub as could be managed. They needed fresh blood! And unfortunately the newest one they got wasn't the brightest tool in the shed. Yeah, Komala and Eddy took one look at Jagaima, who was currently attempting to button his jacket, and not doing too well at it. Being an alien he didn't much have any use for school uniform jackets. "Damn you Dirtlings and your complicated coverings!" The proud saiyan tore off the buttons and let the top jacket hang loosely off his shoulders. A smile of pride beamed as he rubbed one of the buttons between his finger and thumb. To him it was a weapon, tiny and concealable, but not one that was needed. Today the trio had gathered, along with their hopeful new recruits to take a bat against all the other little gangs that existed at this school. So that only they, the fist devils, could rise above all others and conquer the school! They were champions of injustice after all. |
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| Mazohyst | Nov 19 2009, 01:01 AM Post #2 |
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BROKNUCKLES, RESPECTFISTS
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The eyepatch-wearing teenager lazily observed his surroundings, a shriveled and bent cigarette hung loosely out of his mouth. A puff of smoke came out of the burning end and then his mouth as he exhaled. It was quite clear that the guy was bored, a little irritated as well. Though, that latter feeling was going away little by little after each hit of his cigarette. He also had a headache though; and smoking didn't usually clear those for him. Still, he couldn't think of anything worthwhile and entertaining around campus to do. Since his concept of 'worthwhile' and 'entertaining' tend to shift a lot it was pretty difficult to keep himself not-bored. Eventually, he found himself in the courtyard just lazily sitting on a bench. The teenager rubbed the cigarette onto the bench he was sittoing on and dropped it. His heel crushed it flat as he lazily dug into his pocket to retreive another. Katsurou was aware of that fact that smoking would put him into detention but really... The guy just didn't care. Those types of things really don't matter to him. So, he struck a match and lazily lit the stick and later let loose a cloud of thick smoke. He let out another trail of smoke with a relaxed sigh. He flicked his gaze back and forth as he observed his surroundings. There wasn't anything too interesting going on but there was a group of rather strange looking individuals doing whatever. Katsurou didn't actually find what they were doing too interesting but all the yelling was pretty irritating due to the fact that he had a pretty bitchin' headache. "Are you really that stupid that you don't know how to put a fucking jacket on?" He spoke, finishing with an audible 'tch.' Katsurou would probably come off as abrasive, or a dick, or both. |
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| Wicked Dollbaby | Dec 2 2009, 09:06 AM Post #3 |
Madness Never Looked So Cute
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Vincent wandered along curious and really very bored with the school. Things were quiet and that made Azure restless and want to take full control of the body. He was slowly changing physically and his eyes showed it the most. The Fomori within caused them to shine like phoporus. Made seeing in the dark a breeze. He arrived to see a young man having some trouble with his jacket. Vincent grinned slightly as he just ripped the buttons clear off. The guy with eyepatch mad an insult to which the Vincent frowned. He had been in a gang before and it's like a family. He didn't comment just yet. "You think that jacket is bad? At least your clothes cover you! I gotta a skirt that is about as big as a postage stamp." Sadira said pushing her glasses up her nose. The half Iranian half Japanese girl walked up. She had no friends accept her dog who trotted next to her. "Hey." Vincent said in greeting, "I'm Vincent Cross." Sadira looked at him a moment and replied "I'm Sadira, this is Ombra." she gestured to the pale grey dog with two different colored eyes. One green, one pale blue. |
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| Mr. Trout | Dec 7 2009, 02:14 PM Post #4 |
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Henshin boogy
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"It's your stupid puny Dirtling fibers! They break at a harsh breeze!" Jagaima was not overly pleased with the jacket, or the so called 'Dirtlings' of this planet. He was already annoyed at the smoking boy. Already wishing he could just finger bang blast (to be fair, the names of his attacks just don't translate properly) away the punk. However cooler heads, or at least more devious heads prevailed here. Jagaima got a good hard stomp on his toe to lead him to attention, as ole one armed Komala glared at the three that had gathered up. "Eehh, you all will do then. We're part of the fist devils, and today we're looking for new people, ones who can see opportunity knocking." She gave a hard glare at the three that had gathered, sure they were better then nothing, but deep inside she had hoped for more. "With us you can rule this school, and more. Get rich, and oh yeah. Lay some beat downs on some goodie goodies." It was true, that was what the devils liked to do. "So, if you don't want to join up, or if some part of your conscience is going whiner baby on me, piss off. If you want to stick around, I got a gig for ya." |
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