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Topic Started: Apr 23 2009, 09:15 PM (268 Views)
The Emmortal	Apr 23 2009, 09:15 PM Post #1
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	Jack threw off his hooded jacket and shirt, leaving them in a pile on the ground next to his backpack, where a small stuffed animal head poked out. No one was in the gym right now, probably better that way, he would get distracted too easily. He got out his MP3 player and plugged it into the surround stereo system. No one would mind if he played a little music, right? As power black metal raged through every open piece of air in the gym, Jack approached the punching bag. He started with a few jabs, then into hooks, and in no time at all he was beating the ever living snot out of the fabric sack. Sweat was rolling down his body as he landed blow after blow, each resounding loudly, though not loud enough to be heard over the loud guitar and screeching vocals. Jack began to through in kicks and other more improvised maneuvers, exercising every part of his body that he could to the max. Colors started to change as well, the gym floor, punching bag, and Jack himself were all changing colors. Sometimes they changed quickly in very different colors and simple patterns, sometimes they changed together in highly saturated hues, but Jack was trying to improve his concentration while he was in a combat situation. There was a very good reason that Jack was going through all of this, and with such determination. Only a few days ago did he run into the Yakuza again, and had made his own move against them for the sake of his freedom from them. Clearly, they wouldn't be pleased by this. Feeling that he might eventually come into situations of extreme conflict and danger, he decided to get himself ready for it. He knew no martial art style, he just fought. He knew how to use a knife pretty well, but not well enough to take on the Yakuza. He could change colors, but what good would that do unless he developed those abilities further? He even knew how to use a gun, semi and fully automatic handguns, in case it was needed. "Rat bastards!" Jack shouted as his lips changed from pink, to green, to yellow, to brown, to black, to blue, "If they just left me the **** alone it'd be better." Though he was frustrated, he could tell that what he had just said wasn't true, he was a trouble maker, he'd always get into trouble. Five songs into the album, Jack took a break from the punching bag and pulled out his switchblade, twirling it around his fingers and switching between straight to reverse stances quickly, making quick slashes into the air as he did so. He even began throwing the knife into the wall, making little holes in the drywall. He was aiming for the same spot every time, but inevitably the hole grew larger and larger as more of the drywall fell away. 'Damn, I really gotta work on my aim,' Jack thought, also realizing that a switchblade was never really meant to be thrown either. If only he could just become a ninja or something in, like, a day. That'd make things easier. He stopped, laughing to himself at the thought of a color ninja. Putting the knife away, he laughed while getting a drink of water from a nearby fountain. Jack wasn't really thinking about anything, his adrenaline was running too high to be really thinking about all of the intensely philosophical discussions he'd gotten into lately with students he'd just met, he liked it that way. This is how it should be, a determined punk trying to make his way in the world not having a care. Well, he had a care, he had a lot of them, but he didn't want to think about that right now. The album ended and Jack cursed, he liked working out to music. He put on another one, this one was darker and got him pumped again. Jack returned to the punching bag, beating it to the tempo of the song, while slowly mouthing the words to the punching bag as he pummeled it. Are...you...dead...yet!?
ViciousRain	Apr 29 2009, 01:08 AM Post #2
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	School had been out for the day and Frankie didn't really know what to do with herself. Laying among her bed in her dorm was too boring, not to mention she starred at her stomach the whole time, grabbing the excess parts and playing with her flab. She was skinny, yes, but whenever anyone was hunched over slightly, everyone had the extra baggage in the stomach area. It bothered Frankie a little, even though it was nothing to worry about. She hated working out, but she thought that she should probably start, just to at least get her heart rate up and at a healthy pace. She worked herself up and off of her bed, walking over to her dresser and picking out clothes to wear to the gym. She picked out a white tank top and a pair of black basketball shorts that came down to just below her knees. She went to a different drawer in the dresser and picked out a pair of knee high socks with two black stripes at the top of each sock. She walked to her door and slipped on a pair of black high top converse, wrapped her bandanna around her head and put her hair in a high, crazy pony tail. She then grabbed her phone which had music uploaded onto it, her headphones, and walked out the door. As she walked, she plugged in her headphones to her phone and turned on her music, she wouldn't really have the strength to do anything without it. She put her phone into her right pocket and then reached into her left, pulling out tape to wrap her wrists with so they wouldn't hurt if she decided to use the punching bag. She started wrapping her wrists while continuing to walk and listen to her music through her headphones, minding her own business as she made her way towards the gym. She mostly came to work out her stomach, but she might as well do her arms too, along with her legs while she was there. She didn't really know when the next time was when she would actually want to willingly work out, so she just thought she'd knock out every muscle then and there. She was about 20 feet from the gym doors and she slowly came to a stop. Her music was being slightly bled out by the music coming from the gym. She removed one of her headphones and continued walking to the gym doors. She looked in through the skinny glass windows and saw Jack in one area of the gym going to town on the punching bag. She watched as the gym and even Jack changed colors, making her smile a little. She continued to watch as he took out a switchblade and threw it at the wall a numerous amount of times, then stopped and went to a watering fountain. She heard the music stop and she watched him go and put more tunes on to continue to work out with. She removed her other headphone and pulled out her phone, stopping her music and wrapping the headphones around her cell and putting it into her pocket. She put the tape away to wrap her wrists and pushed on the gym doors slowly, trying not to make any loud noise that might be heard over his music to get his attention. She walked towards him, but trying to stay out of his sight as he was working out. She began to jog, then started to run as she caught up to where he was and jumped on his back, "Gotcha!" She yelled out, wrapping her arms around the front of his neck, but sure not to choke him, and wrapping her legs around the front of his stomach.
The Emmortal	Apr 29 2009, 03:01 AM Post #3
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	Jack quickly grabbed at whoever had leapt onto him and pulled at them a bit. They'd scared the bejeezus out of him and his first response, especially with this much adrenaline, was to take them to the ground and knock them flat. But as his mind registered the voice he'd just heard, though it was difficult to hear over the music, he realized that whoever had jumped on his back was not a beefy assassin sent to battle him in an epic duel and kill him. In fact, as he grabbed around, his hands came upon a rather shapely rump, which was currently flexed as the legs wrapped around him. He glanced at a mirror across the room from where he was standing and recognized the blonde bombshell. "Goooooooooooodamnit Frankie!!!!" he cried, "You scared the ****in **** out of me, god mother ****in **** damn crap balls ****!!!" It was comic to watch him unleash his string of vulgar curses as he recovered from the immense shock he'd received from Frankie's stealthy assault. He relaxed a little and tried to let her down, moving over to the music to turn it down so he could actually hear her speak. The colors in the room where still all whacked out, it looked like a skittles-brained painter had been given free reign of the most highly saturated colors imaginable. Jack negated them and looked at himself to see that he currently looked like someone out of Blue Man Group, with white clothing. He laughed and nullified that change as well, everything, so far as he could tell, coming back to normal. "You come to work out?" Jack asked, rather obviously. To be fair, it was the first thought that popped into his head, and he was still a little shaken from Frankie pouncing him like a jaguar. When you're thinking about surviving attacks from one of the most widely spread and powerful criminal syndicates in the world, you got a little jumpy, and understandably so. "You look tough in those shorts babe, though you're tough lookin in anything, eh?" Jack threw a playful jab at her face, letting his knuckles brush softly off her cheek and nose. He chuckled a little, he didn't have the air in his lungs to laugh like he usually did and he plopped down under the punching bag, taking another break as he gazed at Frankie...
ViciousRain	Apr 29 2009, 04:01 AM Post #4
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	As she remained among his back, feeling his body tense up and him grab at her, laughing as hard as she could when he started swearing. After she got off, she watched as he went to turn the music down and she was still giggling a little from his reaction. She looked to him as he made pretty much everything back to its original color, then kept a smile among her lips to his remark, looking down to her outfit and chuckling a little, "Ya, I can usually make anything work." She said with another chuckle, being a playfully blunt about herself. "And ya, I just came to see if I could work out my stomach a little. Maybe work out everything else too while I'm here. Then I saw you, so i may or not be working out now. You're too distracting to ignore." She said slyly, looking to him sitting under the punching bag. She looked around the gym, trying to decide what she wanted to work on at the moment. She looked back to the punching bag, then down to Jack. She pulled her hands up and checked her wrists to see if they were wrapped good enough, raising her brow a bit, "Don't you think the schools going to be a little peaved if they see that you put a few holes in their wall?" She paused, "Wait.. Never mind. You're a trouble maker. You live off of danger, I forgot." She said with a grin, somewhat mocking him and egging him on. She turned around and looked throughout the gym a little more, seeing one area dedicated to legs, another dedicated to arms and back, an area for yoga and stretching, and a door leading out to a track field not that far away from them. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, "So, what do you think I should do first?" She asked, facing back forward and towards the different areas of the gym.
The Emmortal	Apr 29 2009, 09:02 PM Post #5
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	Jack sneered as she said he was just too distracting to ignore. 'I guess she has a point,' he thought, standing up again, 'I'm not exactly Mr. don't-make-a-scene, and the colors were probably pretty funky, heh heh.' He knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to work on his color changing abilities more, since he was pretty fit otherwise. Looking over at the wall that now had a crumbling hole in it, Jack shrugged. "Eh, they won't mind," he said nonchalantly, "They got enough money to fix it if they want. Besides, what are they gonna do? Punish me? Like I care." She was right, he was a trouble maker, there really was no denying that. "Hey, you wanted to get into a fight too, don't play like you don't get into trouble yourself girl." He gave her another playful nudge, this time on the shoulder, now facing directly at her. "Well," he thought aloud, looking her over, "Why not do some stretching? You really shouldn't do anything without stretching first, unless you like achin for hours." Jack smiled, he hadn't really done any stretching before starting his workout, but would you really have the opportunity to stretch out before a fight? The thought was pretty funny, tough guys being surrounded by a belligerent crowd going into splits and touching their toes before they started pounding on one another. Jack would regret it if he ever got the opportunity to actually stretch out before a fight (again unlikely) but he was preparing for a real threat here, Frankie was just here to work out. Besides, it was easier to tell others to do the right and proper thing than just simply doing it yourself. Jack moved over to the stretching area, he wouldn't stretch, but he could do color changing wherever he wanted to really. Sitting down, Jack changed his whole body a bright green to start with a solid color. He then tried to gradate the green over to a red on his right side, catching all the variation in hue along the way. After some time, he got it and then moved to something more complicated. The floor of the stretching area had a nice blue gymnastics floor with some neat designs and such, Jack lay down and tried to copy them. He couldn't really tell how well he was doing, since he couldn't see himself, but he got up periodically and looked at himself in the mirror, finding the text was pretty difficult to get right, or get at all. This was hard stuff for him, deep concentration and deep breathing, but it was good for him, he knew it. Again, easier to tell others to do good things for themselves than do it yourself. During al of this, Jack kept up conversation with Frankie. "I still have Penelope by the way," Jack said, reminding her, "Rupert's been keeping her company, but you should come over and get her at some point, don't want her to think you abandoned her right?" He chuckled a little, he had had a lot of fun arranging his room after he got back from the amusement park and bar. His collection was now nearly double the size it was before and he had tiered the stuffed animals based on, who would have guessed, color. Going by the electromagnetic spectrum, he had all the red/reddish colors on the left side of his room moving over to purple/purplish colors on the right side. He put blacks on the far left and whites on the far right, where Rupert was, and those stuffed animals that just had so many different colors that it was hard to place them where scattered around semi-randomly. It was the miniscule part of Jack's personality that showed him to be a compulsive nut, but that really only came down to the stuffed animals. His room was a mess otherwise...
ViciousRain	Apr 30 2009, 12:17 AM Post #6
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	Frankie looked to him and nodded, "Ya, stretching could do me some good. I'm already flexible, but it couldn't hurt." She replied. She watched as he made his way over to the stretching area, watching him play with colors in the area and also on himself. She should probably work on her powers too, to try and get at least a little better, but here wasn't really the right atmosphere. She didn't really want to set the whole place ablaze if something went wrong. Instead of walking, she made her way to the stretching area by cartwheels. She did slow ones to see how long she could stand on her hands before falling to complete it, her shorts falling down her thighs every time she was upside down. She reached the mats with one last cartwheel, holding herself up with both hands, then attempting to switch to one, though not being able to hold it long, she made an "Oof" sound as she fell onto her back on the mat and chuckled a little. She sat up and stretched her legs out, her legs getting farther and farther apart to see how far she could go. She listened to his remark, nodding and shrugging, "I was going to leave Penelope with you, as a parting gift, seeing as I didn't really know when the next time I would see you would be. Buttt.. I guess I could come pick her up later, if you don't want her, that is." She said with a grin. She thought for a moment, spreading her legs as far as she could and twisting her body a little, sitting there in splits. She wasn't sure if she could still do it, but with a little strain, she was surprised that she still could. She leaned forward, letting her hands drag up and past her foot as she let the front of her touch down on top of her thigh, her breasts being separated by her knee and resting her forehead on her shin. She sat there for about 20 seconds or so, then turned her torso the other way and did the same towards the other leg. As she laid on her leg, she looked towards him and smiled, "It looked to me as if you were letting off some steam on the punching bag. Anything bothering you?" She asked, picking up her torso and stretching her arms as high above her head as they could go, intertwining her fingers together and rotating her neck around a little, hearing it crack a few times. As she waited for a response, she got back up onto her feet and spread her legs apart a little, stretching downward and letting both of her palms touch the mat. She looked to Jack upside down through her legs, removing her hands from the mat and putting them on top of each of her feet. I wonder if they have a pool here..? She thought amongst herself. It had been a while since she had gone swimming, although she didn't like it too much when it was required by her last school, she just enjoyed to sit in the water on her own time, not being forced to do laps or play stupid games that required her to hold her breath and dive down to retrieve a weighted ball.
The Emmortal	Apr 30 2009, 03:25 PM Post #7
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	"Oh I'd love to have her," Jack said defensively, smiling, "It's just that she's yours. I figured you'd forgot her that's all, but you could come up to my room to get your snake whenever you want." A wink and a knowing glance followed that last statement, their little back and forth flirting kept their conversations pretty entertaining, Jack was having fun at least. He really hoped that she didn't mean anything behind those words, cause then he might get a little defensive. Normally he'd totally go for it, but some thinking after leaving the bar led him to realizing that he did truly want to start his life over here, and for some reason, taking advantage of girls was part of that. 'Though I always feel she's taking advantage of me...' Along those lines, Jack was pretty psyched that he suggested stretching to Frankie, there really shouldn't be a reason to explain why, right? After a few seconds of staring, it was time to get back to exercising colors. The text continued to baffle Jack, so he decided to try something different. He stood up and looked down at the blue gymnastics mat, changing it yellow for one moment, then back to blue. This time he tried to minimize the area he changed, perhaps a yellow circle around himself? No good, the whole mat turned yellow again. "Damn," he muttered, changing it back to blue. Thinking for a few moments, Jack got an idea. He walked around on the gymnastics mat, drawing a big yellow circle and stepping back into the center of it. He tried again to make just a yellow circle, but this time he'd be filling in the yellow circle he'd drawn. "Sweeeeeeeeeeeet," he cooed as his little trick worked, there was a big yellow circle on the gym mat. It felt a little different too, changing colors like that. He changed the yellow back to blue and tried again, this time without an outline. Though Jack didn't get a yellow circle, he did get a yellow splat on the ground this time, similar to the diameter of the circle, but some parts where stretching out wildly, like someone threw paint down on the mat. Jack shrugged, he was making progress, he changed the yellow back. "You saw that huh?" Jack said carefully after a sigh, "Yeah, there're a buncha things botherin me, top on the list being that I think I have people after me." He shrugged, shaking his head in a helpless gesture, "I thought I wouldn't have to worry about them, well, not really, but not this much. I don't think my knifing one of their boys helped my situation much, though I guess it never does, right?" He was sure that Frankie remembered what he was talking about, it was something that they hadn't talked about much at the bar, and for good reason, it wasn't exactly the time to deal with that sort of heavy conversation material. "So, if they're gonna pick a fight with me, I gotta at least be somewhat ready, right?" He really didn't care if she knew now, if anything, she might even had a suggestion or two about what he should do. He was kind of just one guy and if the Yakuza really wanted to kill him, they certainly could. 'Not really their style though,' he thought, trying to console himself, 'They'll probably just try to either make my life hell or make me a frickin pawn.' As Frankie was stretching, looking at Jack through her legs, he got a dirty idea. He slowly walked on over and gave her butt a little push, intending to force her off balance and down to the floor on her back. He laughed a little and squatted down, "Sorry, I couldn't resist..."
ViciousRain	Apr 30 2009, 07:31 PM Post #8
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	"Well. Maybe I'll see how she looks in your room.. Depending on if she looks happy or not, I'll decide." She said with a smile. As he was responding to her about her question, she was switching both hands at a time to each foot, stretching both ways for as long as she could stand. She didn't really know what to say about people being after him, probably trying to kill him. "Hmm.." She said allowed, thinking about his situation a little more. "Well.. That sucks." Is all she could really say, still continuing to stretch back and forth from one foot to the other. She watched as he played with more colors, liking the yellow splatter mark, even though she wondered if he did it on purpose or if it was a mistake. She then looked back to him and noticed that he was making his way towards her, then put his finger to her rump and pushed her over. She landed among her back and she looked to him as he knelt down. "You'll regret that." She said with a grin. She sat up slightly, looking into Jack's eyes and smiling. She looked to him upside down and just barely put her lips to his, but then grabbed him from behind his neck and pulled him forward, flipping him over onto his back. She got up and grabbed one of his wrists, flipping him over onto his stomach quickly and kneeling onto his back with one knee. She pulled his arm back at the wrist, keeping it straight and in a breaking stance, then with her other hand pushed his face down into the mat. "You know, I'm not fully sure, but if I move your arm back any further, it just might break.." She said with a suggestive 'that sucks' tone, being sarcastic at the same time and acting like she didn't know what she was doing. She continued to hold onto his wrist, pulling his arm back still as she leaned forward down towards his face smiling, "Maybe I could teach you something, so the next time I see you won't be in a casket." She added, looking to his face and tilting her head, letting her hair in the pony tail fall down and the majority of it laying among the ground. She put her lips to his cheek and giggled slightly, "You're so cute, it's just hard to bare." She said in a girly tone, letting go of his wrist and his head, then removing her knee from his back. She stood to her feet and put her hand out for him to let her assist him up, still keeping her smile, then looking down to him and making her smile more animated, showing more teeth to keep her innocence looking believable.
The Emmortal	Apr 30 2009, 08:42 PM Post #9
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	Grinning, Jack nodded when Frankie's few words basically summed up his situation. 'Yeah...it sucks.' There really wasn't much more to say on the issue, they'd respond eventually and he'd have to do what he could when the time came. Frankie's ploy worked and Jack was caught off-guard because of her little kiss. "Ow ow ow ow owwww!!!" he whined as she moved his body parts around like a pretzel, "Yeah girl! My arm isn't supposed to bend like that!! Ah!! Not so rough, jeez!!" Jack stopped whining when she mentioned the casket...and how cute he was. "Wha...?" He sort of stammered at the comment, he didn't really know what to say. She cared about what happened to him obviously, there was at least one person at this school that would care if he disappeared all of a sudden. He sat still for a moment as she let out her hand to him, muttering a "Thanks" quietly, almost too quiet to here. Jack reached for her arm and pulled himself up...and then he threw his leg behind hers and moved into knock her legs out from under her, to bring her to the ground hard. "Don't think you're going to get away with that so easily," he taunted, "You caught me by surprise, that won't happen again, ya know?" Jack lowered his body and moved back on the mat, a stereotypical wrestling position. Frankie had started it, so Jack didn't feel bad about turning this into a legitimate wrestling match. He reached into his pants and tossed the switchblade over by his bag and other things, so neither of them would get accidentally poked. Sweat dripped down his back from his earlier exercises and his deep concentration, and his hair dripped in front of his face as he gave a wide malicious grin...he was going to take her down...
ViciousRain	May 1 2009, 05:53 AM Post #10
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	She kept her smile as he got up, but her smile quickly faded as he knocked her legs out from under her, sending her back to meet the mat. She sighed heavily, then looked up to him. She watched as he took his stance, ready for anything that she was ready to do. Should she play it cool, and catch him by surprise again? Or should she actually see who would win this fight if it was fair? She thought for a moment, then pulled her legs as hard as she could towards her face, letting the bottoms of her feet reach the mat and she flipped the rest of her body between her legs to stand as well, pretty much a back flip on the ground. She looked to him in his 'ready to wrestle' stance and chuckled a bit. "You're actually serious about this? Alright. I suppose I could try it." She only really knew how to get people onto their back with ease, but as far as everything else, she was clueless really. She only flipped him on his back because she thought it would be rather funny and it was the first thing that popped into her head. She put her hands to her hips and began to walk very slowly, attempting to circle him to see where she should attempt to start. She knew he was ready this time, though, so she knew he would be ready for whatever she would try, and probably stop her. She truly didn't know where this would go, but it would be fun in the meantime. Maybe she would use some moves that a girl would normally do to a guy to get him distracted, then take him down? Who knows. She brought her left foot to her and untied her shoe, removing it, then did the same with the right shoe and tossed them aside. Suddenly she went at him, gripping his hands within hers and pressing the front of her against him and then wrapping her right calf around his left, pulling hard at it and sending him to his back again. This time she came down with him and put her knees to each side of his torso, slamming the back of his hands onto the mat and pushing hard to keep him down. She sat on his stomach and continue to press down on him, attempting to keep him down for as long as she could hold until he would eventually take over. She was strong, yes, but only in spurts and for a short amount of time. She smiled while gritting her teeth together, cocking her eyebrows and laughing softly, "I have little confidence in myself." She managed to get out between her teeth, "You'll probably win this and have me on my back in the end." She said with a sly tone, always loving the opportunity to add something provocative in when the chance was open to. Although she had had her fair share of boyfriends, she never really felt that any were good enough to experience her, so there was quite a bit of sexual tension built up within her, and she chose to let it out through words.
The Emmortal	May 1 2009, 07:46 PM Post #11
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	"Well you can try anyway," Jack taunted, also smiling. She had him pinned, his arms were down and was on his back, but that didn't mean he couldn't get out. He pushed directly against her arms and twisted his wrists out of her grip, placing both of his hands on her right arm, locking her elbow out. In that position, it would be difficult to resist being forced down and Jack sharply applied more force than was probably necessary, trying to dislodge her from around his torso and onto hard onto the ground. Once there, he'd bring her arm around behind her, still locked out, and place his knee across her back. It'd be uncomfortable, but only painful if she really resisted. 'Maybe I'm being a little rough,' he thought for a moment before applying slightly more pressure with his leg. Jack's violent and sadistic side was coming out a bit, he didn't even know he had one, but now seemed like a good time to have a little fun with it. "While you're down there," he cooed, "I'm going to change your hair, blonde doesn't suit you." He tried to change her hair black without touching it, but he only ended up changing her whole body jet black. "Oops, let me try that again," Jack said, actually frustrated, and changed her back. It was pretty hard to change the color of something indirectly attached to what he was touching, but this was good practice. Trying again, he was able to get a line of red through the center of her back and once it reached her hair made her hair as red as scarlet. "Better better," he joked, "How about green?" He was having fun, and Jack hoped that Frankie was having equally as much fun. Holding his position on her back, he wanted to see if she could get out of this one, so he tightened his grip and waited...
ViciousRain	May 1 2009, 08:51 PM Post #12
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	As he pushed her off, she knew that this wasn't going to be a good thing. He put her into a hard position to get out of, not feeling comfortable at all, and her arm starting to hurt. To his next remark, she wasn't too happy about. She happened to really like her blonde hair, and even though it was just for temporary means, she wasn't a fan. She looked back to him and caught sight of her skin, which was black. "Oh, Jesus!?" She called out, not liking her skin color being as black as night, let alone her air as well. She shook her head, "No no no!" She said, catching sight of her hair as it laid in front of her among the ground, black. She squeemed a little, only hurting her arm more when she did so. She sighed out in relief when she saw herself turn back to normal, looking to her hair blonde again, then looking back to Jack. After him agreeing with her new hair color, she looked to her hair again laying among the ground and raised her eyebrows, not really sure how she felt about the red. She kind of liked it, but was still rather fond of her blondness. After he mentioned green, she didn't agree, although she loved green, she didn't really think it was a good color for her hair. After he tightened his grip, she was ready to get out of this position. The pressure he was putting on her back was making her breasts hurt a little as she laid among her stomach on the mat, which she wasn't a fan of. "I like.. How you forget about my flexibilities." She said, the pressure on her back not helping her oxygen intake. She took a deep breath in, as much as she could, then let it out. She bent her legs up towards the back of her head, grabbing him by the neck and locking his neck inbetween her knees and pulling him off of her and onto the ground again. She laid among her side, relaxing a bit and regaining her arm strength, stretching it out a little to loosen it's strain that Jack had among it. She held his neck within her legs still, turning and looking over her shoulder and looking to him among the ground. "You're right, I can try. And I will succeed." She stated with a vengeful tone, but smiling after wards. She tightened her legs grip slightly, most likely making it a little hard for him to breath or speak normally, still smiling. "You didn't take it easy with me, and I'm a girl. You will get no pity, my friend." She said with a laugh, watching him as she held him with her legs.
The Emmortal	May 2 2009, 10:15 PM Post #13
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	Jack chuckled as she squealed down on the mat, objecting to her new highlights. It was funny how much people freaked out when they changed colors, it wasn't something very big, but it caught them off guard. Jack was having so much fun with that hair that he barely heard Frankie before her legs made their way around his neck. Instantly letting go of her arm so that he could relieve pressure on his neck from the legs, Jack went down. He truly wasn't expecting that, even though he should've, and fought against the pressure of her legs with his hands. It was clear that Frankie was going to be a bit more serious now, since Jack upped the stakes, she merely called and retaliated in kind. "Whatever happened to sexual equality?" Jack sputtered, having a bit of a problem breathing with legs on his neck, "If I treated you any differently, you'd say that...herrr.." Deep breathing followed, witty comebacks were difficult to do without proper oxygen. "Oh forget it." 'This isn't so bad actually,' Jack though to himself, half-joking, 'This girl sure has some fine legs, too bad she isn't wearing a skirt, man oh man.' His fantasies were cut short by a realization that he probably should not be between her legs, no matter how nice they were to feel against his body. He couldn't slip his fingers between them, otherwise he'd just pry them open and release himself, but she got around him before that could happen, he was resisting on the edge of her shins. Feeling a little desperate, he tried tickling her with his fingers, even trying to gross her out by licking her, which sometimes worked. Finally, he got a grip on her legs and tugged hard, giving himself enough room to wriggle himself out of her death grip and further down her legs, where he was able to breathe for a moment. After getting some oxygen, he forced himself out of her legs and fell back on his rump on the mat, rubbing his neck, which was a little red. "Good grief," he sighed, still gasping a little, "Alright, you win, you win. Don't want to get you hurt of course." Jack smiled a little, taunting her. Truthfully, he didn't know whether or not he just got a grip or tickling her actually helped. Could he have gotten our of her grip if he truly wanted to and was taking this seriously? Yeah, probably, but that would mean fighting instead of wrestling, grappling wasn't something he was particularly good at. "I'd say you've stretched enough I think, especially after wringing my little neck, poor me." He pouted playfully, laughing hysterically shortly after, again at his own joke. Jack had come into the gym with some serious intentions, but Frankie being around kept him from being as serious as before. Not productive, but fun at least...
ViciousRain	May 2 2009, 11:52 PM Post #14
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	She just sat there among her side, looking to him and not being able to help from laughing. "You're not supposed to beat up a girl.. You're supposed to let them win." She said with an innocent smile. Once he started tickling her, she couldn't help but laugh more, loosening her grip only slightly. Then he licked her, which also tickled like crazy. She really didn't want to show that she was ticklish, but it was always so hard to hide once someone has started to do it to you. As he got out from her grip, she calmed down and eventually stopped laughing, looking to him sitting among the mat as she continued to lay there on her side, gathering her breath from laughing so much. She was happy to hear that she had won, but she wondered for a second if he let her win. Eh, it didn't matter. She'd probably get the chance at least once to clock him in the face, and she'd look forward to it. Not like she wanted to cause him to be in pain, but she thought it might be actually interesting to see who would win an actual fight. "Pfft, no one can hurt me." She answered. Giving off a proud smile. She pouted with him and mocked him, "Awww waaahhh.." She said with a sad tone, but a smile following after it. She rolled onto her back and looked up to the gym's ceiling, so far today had been rather eventful, she was enjoying it rather thoroughly. She thought for a moment to herself, crossing her left shin over her right and putting her hands behind her head. She had been wanting to practice this one move she was working on. It involved sort of a dance, doing rather flexible moves, turns, twists, all while manipulating fire in her palms. But, as the dance would go on, her ending with fire would get more and more powerful, or rather effective at the end from the build up and all of the immense concentration she would need and do. She was actually really in the mood to try it, but not in the gym. She sat up and looked around the gym, seeing if there was an area that had nothing around it, just an open space so just in case anything went wrong, she wouldn't light anything on fire. After getting her breathing composure back to normal, she noticed that the basketball court was rather large, but was it large enough? Plus there were two courts dead next to each other, making even more space. Hell, she might as well try, right? She looked to him and got up dusting herself off, front and back, though probably not needing to. She knew that the stretching had been a good idea, if she hadn't of stretched before she tried this, she knew she wouldn't be able to do it and there wouldn't even be a point to trying. "Well Jack, it's been nice spending time with you. If you would like, after I do my own little workout, maybe we could go swimming or something. Get all the sweat off. ..Even if most of the sweat on me is from you.." She said with a chuckle, smiling and putting her palms together in front of her breasts, not really knowing why she was talking all professional like, but she bowed, still giggling to herself at her actions. She made her way away from all of the working out areas, leaving her shoes behind and going to the basketball court about 100 feet away. Idea. She skipped over to the wall and turned off the lights that were on over the court, providing and more laid back, relaxing environment for her to concentrate better. She far end of the second court was very dark, gradually getting brighter towards the first court as the lights over the different work out areas were still lit. She skipped over to the second court and stood dead in the middle, taking long, deep breaths through her nose and letting them out through her mouth. She took out her phone from her bball-shorts pocket and looked through her music in it. She needed something.. Up-beat, compelling, something that made her want to dance. She shrugged to herself, choosing AKON's "Beautiful". She had only tried to do this with fire once before, but it didn't end too well. She had her moves and routine for her Fire Dance down to her science, it was only hard to do when she included her palms holding fire. There was enough concentration needed for her to remember the dance, but the concentration she needed to control both her moves, and the fire(without her loosing her concentration and the fire shooting off in a ball and catching something ablaze), was very difficult for her. She was just going to do the moves first, then see if she could add fire the second time around. She put the headphones into each ear and looked down to her shorts, noticing that they may be too long for her to do the dance right, maybe being caught up on them. She placed the phone back into her pocket and grabbed the left and right side of the elastic waist band to the shorts, rolling the waist band down, then pulling them up, then wrapping them down again, and pulling them up. She did this for a few seconds until the bottom of the legs weren't to below her knee, but up to her mid thigh. She shut her eyes and waited for her phone to load the song, still breathing slowly, trying to remain relaxed and at ease.
The Emmortal	May 3 2009, 08:17 PM Post #15
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	Jack nodded, "Sure, I've got a little I want to do myself. I'll be over by the bag when you're done." He watched Frankie walk off over to the courts, turning the lights off as she went. 'Guess she wants to be alone for this,' he thought, wiping the sweat on his back with his hand, 'Probably better that way, I need to get my head into my own workout as well. Damn...I wish I had a piece.' Jack was a pretty good shot, and it would certainly give him a certain advantage over non-bulletproof squishy people, even Yakuza couldn't take bullets, but guns requires background checks. You could go into the black market and get one, but then your name got out there. You could go through secure channels, but that required that you make enemies first, and that you share enemies with other people. That was too much for Jack, he'd just gotten out of that life by leaving the states, but escaping from the underground proved to be a little more difficult than a trans-continental move. Midori was so sheltered that Jack had barely thought of all of that while he was there, even his usual anarchistic and vandalistic tendencies had been brought down to a minimum, he was losing his voice. A scary thought for someone who demanded unadulterated freedom from the world... Getting up, Jack lethargically moved over to his bundle of clothing and picked up his switchblade that he'd cast aside earlier. This was the closest thing to a lethal weapon he had, so he might as well get better with this first. He was already pretty talented at knife fighting, not many people could beat him in a situation like that (at least people who he'd run into so far), but his real talent was his opportunistic style of fighting. Jack utilized everything around him to fight; tables, beer bottles, dumpsters, trash, anything. It was hard to practice that style in a gym, so he'd have to practice knife techniques and more color changing. The music was off, he needed to concentrate at the moment. Taking a few deep breathes, he dropped into a stance and went through a series of right handed slashes. High across, mid across, low across, diagonals, reverse grip variations. He did them repeatedly, making sure he had each one down pat before moving on to his left hand. Jack wasn't as coordinated with his left hand, even though he trained both of them, so it took him a little longer to get the form that he wanted. Many minutes passed, he'd gone through a long series of knife maneuvers that he had learned from experience or had been taught be fellow gang members. Most of the people in his gang used a gun, it was safer for high stakes drug deals than a knife, but Jack was better with words than many of the guys anyways, so it didn't often come to that. Most scuffles were solved when he flashed a knife, thugs were easy to scare. But he wasn't dealing with thugs anymore, he'd have to get serious more often then he had before. Slashing the air wasn't sufficient either, he needed something to hit. There were wooden people cut-outs across the room, with chips out of them showing recent use from Midori swordsmen, but wood was for strength training, useless for knife fights. Jack shrugged, back to the bag then. Moving in front of the bag, he held the knife in his right hand, reverse grip, and started with a bunch of elbow strikes and jabs. Those attacks were easy to follow up with a knife slash whether the opponent dodged or not, very important in a high stakes fight. More minutes went by, his adrenaline was up again and he was sweating, physical activity always seemed more strenuous when you were working out, he usually never got this tired in a real fight. Ignoring the thought, he went for a combination; a hard knee strike that bent the bag over on its chain and a quick knife strike to the back of the bag, where someone's neck would be. The knife tore a hole in the top and the thick fabric tore. It didn't totally break yet, but when Jack jumped back and threw the knife straight at the bag, a good throw, it was enough for the sand on the inside to tear the bag apart at the split seams. It emptied itself on the ground, a plume of sand rising into the air as a small dune appeared under the hanging sack. Jack smiled, the school probably wouldn't like that either; first the drywall and now the punching bag, he was going on a good streak for trouble. Sighing, he sheathed the knife and moved over to his shirt, throwing it on and squatting down for a moment, getting a few minutes of rest. He could see into the dark court from here, he couldn't see Frankie or anything, so Jack wondered what exactly she was doing. 'Wonder what she's doing over there,' he thought, watching, half expecting to see something...
ViciousRain	May 3 2009, 10:54 PM Post #16
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	She kept her eyes shut as she heard the music start, just trying to work on her dance first and reciting everything over in her head as she did them. She was fine doing her dance the same time as she thought, doing all the moves she needed to do all while thinking to herself, telling her when she needed to add fire, when she couldn't, or when she couldn't just to try to anyways and make the move more exaggerated so she didn't connect the fire with her clothes. What if I actually need to do this once, but I don't have the music? She sighed while continuing her routine, I'll just have to memorize the song and hope I do it right without missing a part and looking like an idiot. As the several minutes passed, she did her routine about 4 times, each time making her moves more animated and still thinking of when she could include the fire without it catching to her clothes. Okay, I think I'm ready now. She removed her headphones and took out her phone, placing it on the ground a few feet away from her and replaying the song, taking out the headphone cord and letting the speaker on the phone play the music as high as it would play it. She went back to the spot she was standing, concentrating as hard as she could this time, ready to include the fire. She kept her eyes open this time, wanting to see what she was doing and waiting for the song to start. She took a deep breath and heard the beginning play, standing still and waiting for the first lyric to start as the cue for her to. Right before the first word sung started, she cupped her hands and snapped her fingers, lighting a flame in each palm and taking a step forward, twisting her wrists and lifting her arms up over her head, rolling her hips and bending back, her head leaning back as well in a snapping motion and turning her head back forward as she swung her arms around, her hands still cupped and holding the flames. The part before the chorus played and she spread her legs apart for leverage, turning her head up and doing various hand swings to intertwine the the flames occasionally and make the light brighter over her head. As the chorus You're so beautifulllll, so damn beautiFULlllll played, she put one hand towards the ground and the other in the air, holding the flames apart from one another and she did the same with her legs, lifting one foot up as her torso went horizontal, doing an obvious split, then turning her chest downwards and putting both palms forward and facing up. She twisted her arms around as she spun in a circle, using the foot that still remained among the ground as a spinner, seemingly looking as if she was standing on something that was spinning her around in the circle in place. Every one of her moves was quickly done, it kind of had to be for her to keep up with the songs beat. She started mouthing the words by the second chorus, trying to dance, control fire, and learn the song by heart all at the same time, but starting to look like not a good idea. She put her foot back to the ground and put one foot behind her, acting as leverage as she flexed her ab muscles and bent back as far as her body would allow her, still twisting the fire in her palms around in the air above her face, still watching what she was doing. She let one hand holding the fire go out, moving that hand over her head and placing it among the ground and flipping back, putting all of her weight on her hand, still continuing to control the other hand that still had a flame in it and then pushed herself up, landing on her feet and lighting her palm on fire again by snapping her fingers. She continued to do various moves, her arms moving every which way as she continued to dance with the beat, using her hips and legs to still keep it a dance routine. It was getting close to the end of the song and she started to get nervous a little. She had never made it this far while using the flames, she thought it was rather weird, and she was beginning to lose her concentration because of it. She noticed that she wasn't focusing anymore and got anxious, trying to get back on track using the flames, but she knew it was just going to go down hill from then on. For one move towards the end, she had to get her hands close to her torso, and she knew that that move wouldn't give her good news, but she did it anyways. She swept her hands past her torso and got a little more nervous, causing the flame on each hand to get slightly bigger and her right hand got too close to her side, catching her shirt and lighting it on fire. "Shit shit shit!" She called out, putting the flames on her palms out, she rose to her feet quickly and padded at the flame with her hands to put it out. After she got the fire to go out, she looked down at it and sighed as she looked to the huge hole in her shirt, exposing her right hip and part of her stomach. "Damnit.." She cooed, sighing another time and walking over to her phone and picking it up, stopping the song and picking up her headphones too, plugging them back in and wrapping them around the phone and putting it back into her pocket. She stood there for a few moments, thinking to herself on what she did wrong. She walked back over to the wall and turned the lights back on, then looked over to Jack, shrugging at her attempt at her Fire Dance. It wasn't really for battle, it was just something to help her be able to concentrate better on how to control the fire. She walked over to where she tossed her shoes and picked them up, her face and body having a slight tint of sweat among them due to the heat from the flames, and also doing her routine 5 times in a row. She took her unoccupied hand and wiped her head, then pushed her hands back and pushed her hair away from her face so single strands wouldn't stick to her. "Well.. I'm going to go swimming now. You're welcome to join if you'd like." She said in a rather defeated tone, being bothered a little that she ruined her dance by getting over excited that she might actually do it the whole way through, but then not. She half smiled and walked over to a set of doors with a sign over them reading "Swimming Pool". She sighed lightly and walked through the doors, entering a short hallway, the smell of water and chlorine getting stronger and stronger the closer she came to the doors leading to the pool. She stepped through the doors and a wave of humidity ran over her, exiting the cool temperatured hallway and letting the door close slowly behind her. She looked out to the pool, standing close to the edge and looking up to the ceiling, only seeing four security lights being on, one lit in each corner of the room. The room was rather dim and dark, but she liked it that way, it giving off a rather relaxed feeling. She tossed her shoes aside, hearing them hit against the wall and land among the ground. She didn't think she would be swimming today, so she didn't come prepared and bring her bathing suit, but she really didn't care. She sighed once more, thinking about how she failed at her routine, also knowing that Jack probably saw it, making her look more like an idiot. She shook her head lightly, getting the thought of it out of her head and removed her white tank top, revealing a black bra under it. She tossed the shirt aside and by her shoes, then looked around a little. She noticed a room in the corner at the top of the bleachers, thinking for a moment and wondering if that was where they had the music player to play music through the speakers. She ran up the steps of the bleachers and went to the room, opening it up and seeing a surround sound player than did lead to the speakers around the pool. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and found a cord to plug into it, then selecting a play list she had named Relaxing, so she could obviously relax while she was in the water. She pressed play and turned the speakers up, just enough to hear the music, but still hear the sound of the water clapping together when waves formed. She walked back out of the room and ran down the steps, coming back to the edge of the pool and looking to the water. She removed her bball shorts, revealing a pair of black boy short underwear underneath. She then removed her bandanna and tossed it aside along with her shorts to where her shirt and shoes were. She took down her pony tail and undid her braids, tossing all of the elastic bands aside as well. She shook her head and tossed her hair around, loosening it up and running her hands through it, the thick length coming down to just above the dimples in her back. She took a deep breath and put her hands to her side, shutting her eyes and letting out her breath through her mouth slowly, letting NeverShoutNever - "Losing It" play, it being first song on her Relaxing play list. OOC: sorry its so long. @_@
The Emmortal	May 4 2009, 07:14 PM Post #17
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	OCC: Nothing to worry about. And I listened to "Losing It!", it actually isn't bad, so don't take offense cause Jack hates it XP. IC: Jack watched her performance, intensely interested. 'That's pretty impressive,' he thought as he watched her dance, 'She's making that control over the fire look easy. That whole dance is probably useful for concentration training too.' Taking mental notes as he watched, Jack simply sat and thought. Concentration training was one thing, but he'd have to learn how to concentrate while performing other actions too. Maybe he could go through whole days concentrating on changed colors and patterns, that'd probably be he best thing. There wasn't anything that abstract in concentrating on color change, you just had to remember the hue or the pattern clearly, so obviously, the more complicated the pattern the more difficult it was to keep it unchanging. It was useful to have reference colors, so sometimes changing other things different colors was easier, despite the fact that Jack could change his own colors pretty easily to begin with. "Damn, so freakin complicated," he cursed lightly, "So much thinking, this is really a pain." Frankie's dance was beautiful and graceful, and it really showed off that flexibility from earlier that she'd used to get him in that headlock. Her control seemed pretty good too, until her shirt caught on fire of course, which brought the whole performance to a screeching halt. Jack shrugged, he'd had similar problems, but at least his clothing didn't catch fire when he screwed up. She was clearly disappointed, he could understand, but maybe she was being a little too harsh on herself. "Yeah, I'll come," he agreed, picking himself up and going over to his bag and jacket while she made her way to the pool. Jack didn't really feel like swimming at the moment, it wasn't one of his favorite activities in the first place. He couldn't argue against it being refreshing after sweating buckets, but he'd see if he decided to go for a swim or not...he hadn't brought a bathing suit to begin with. Jack made his own way through the hallway leading to the pool, the smell made his nose twitch unhappily. The strong smell of chemicals was never something he enjoyed too much, it always reminded him of man-made control over natural forces and what not, all those speeches he'd heard from crazy hippies that wanted everyone to be vegetarian and love each other. He always felt that was incredibly naive, people liked enjoying life how they wanted to, and possibly in a more realistic sense, liked making themselves uncomfortable and not enjoying life. Over the past few days he'd done a little reading on some social philosophy and psychology, something he was interested in but didn't possess the vocabulary to truly talk about, and agreed with some of the more "pessimistic" views. More importantly, they always questioned what exactly Freedom was, what are we free from? What do we want to be free from? Is it realistic to be free? That's what Jack got out of it anyway, most of the vernacular was a little to ornate and complex for him to fully digest mentally, but what he did pick up he enjoyed. 'Funny how a simple smell can get your mind going on something like that,' he thought, smiling a little as he shoved the doors aside, finally leading to the pool. Like everything else in the school, everything was clean and well equipped, it almost made Midori predictable. Frankie had already stripped down to her bra and underwear for swimming, Jack didn't really want to join her right now. Sitting down on the lowest level of the bleachers, close to the pool, Jack pulled out Sangria from his bag and placed her carefully in his lap so she could face the pool. As he pet Sangria's furry head delicately, Jack frowned at the choice of music for the pool. "Jeez, how sappy," he said aloud, sticking his tongue out, "You're killing my good mood girl, how can I stay upbeat with that?" Laughing loudly, his cackles bouncing off the tiled surfaces of the room shouting their amplified echoes back at one another, he through on one ear of his large headphones, putting on something he could deal with. He chose to listen to Immortal Technique- "Dance with the Devil", a song that really hit home for him, he knew guys like this. Point being, Jack was a music snob, he listened to a lot of different stuff, but it usually was pretty dark or critical, he didn't go for the sappy stuff too much. It only added to his jerk persona, but a guy has to take what he listens to seriously, what would he be like if he listened to what Frankie was playing or something like it...
ViciousRain	May 4 2009, 07:53 PM Post #18
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	She was standing at the edge of the pool, still her eyes remained shut as Jack walked in and took a seat among the bleachers. She started to think to herself as the music played, trying to convince herself, Everyone messes up once in a while.. Especially when trying to better their powers. No one masters their abilities this fast.. I'm trying to rush things way too much. I almost got it though! I was so close.. Then I got too excited because I WAS doing everything correctly, and focusing well. Then it went to hell. Maye I should try and ajfku ghjauvu dsg.. Her through was interrupted by Jack, pretty much making fun of her music. She opened her eyes and she shot him a look, a rather irritated one. She then took a quick deep breath and let it out as a quick sigh, making her way towards the bleachers and walking up the steps to go to the room where she plugged her phone in. She walked in and picked up her phone, looking through it and picked her Go Crazy play list, then set her phone back down, turned the sound up a lot more, and exited the room. She somewhat made her voice louder, "When you said that, it immediately made me picture You singing this song." She closed the door behind her and let Steel Panther - "Death To All But Metal" play through the speakers. She started to make her way slowly down the bleacher steps, singing along to the words and how they should be sung, also swinging her hair around and occasionally head banging. She absolutely loved song likes this, ones that she could go crazy with, head bang to, sing along to, and pretty much just act like an idiot while having fun. She ran down the bleachers and ran to the edge of the pool, jumping and launching herself up. She twisted her body to face Jack, playing air guitar as she flew through the air and landed on her back in the 7 feet deep water. She made a rather large splash, sending water out from the pool and onto the tile flooring. She stayed under for a few long seconds before resurfacing and spitting water out, then leaning her head back to get her hair re-wet and so it was slick back and out of her face. She smiled wide and started laughing, not only at herself, but also at the songs lyrics. She adored this song, it always made her smile when she needed to. OOC: haha, it's all good.
The Emmortal	May 5 2009, 01:56 AM Post #19
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" Jack groaned as she changed the song, listening to the rather ridiculous lyrics, taking off his own headphones so he could hear just how ridiculous they were. He hid his face in his hands and laughed, it was so tongue in cheek that it was unbearable and hilarious at the same time. This wasn't at all what he listened to, this was like joke heavy metal, but he took the joke and laughed as Frankie did her little heavy metal jump into the pool. He had to jump up and go up a few steps on the bleachers to avoid the big splash that she had made, saving himself, his headphones, and Sangria from imminent sogginess. "I tell ya, girls these days..." he muttered as he sat back down on his seat, paying some needed attention to Sangria for the moment. The little stuffed tiger always listened and always knew exactly what to say, Jack's problems were pretty much centralized around one thing and he had already talked to Sangria about it, and she went on a long lecture that ultimately amounted to, "Why are you complaining so much? You got yourself into this ****, deal with it you crybaby!" It was what he needed to hear, someone to kick him in the arse and get him in gear. That's what got him down in the gym in the first place, Sangria's needed advice. Now Frankie was here, and part of him wanted to put aside those serious thoughts of preparation to just chill and enjoy himself. He looked at Sangria with pleading eyes and she looked back stoically, those plastic eyes seeming to say, "I give up, you do whatever the heck you want, just don't come crying to me when you get hurt you idiot." Jack chuckled again, putting Sangria back in his bag, her little head poking out, as he got up to climb up into the lifeguard chair. He'd never been up on one before, and always thought it would be cool to feel like the most important person at the pool. Much to his surprise, he even found a little plastic whistle sitting up there. Jack started blowing hard on the whistle, making an awful sound that crashed against the serene atmosphere of the pool. He was doing it whenever the song had singing, interrupting it obnoxiously. "Hey! None of that at the pool! We can only have refined and non-inciting music here! Don't want any unnecessary roughhousing now!" Jack smiled, and looked down at Frankie, giving her the 'I'm watching you' hand gesture, as a prick lifeguard would sitting in his high-chair...
ViciousRain	May 5 2009, 06:30 AM Post #20
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	She kept herself afloat in the water with a few simple kicks and hand pushes in the water, looking to Jack had moved up a few more steps on the bleachers to avoid her splash. She watched him relaxing with his stuffed tiger for a moment, then continued laughing to herself along with every lyric that was sung from the song. She leaned back and began slowly backstroking, looking up to the dark atmosphere of the room. She could still hear the music under the water, the water coming up over her ears and close to overlapping over her eyes. The song was coming to an end and the caught Jack out of the corner of her eye, turning her head slightly and watching him climb up the lifeguard podium. She leaned forward and treaded the water again, watching him among the podium and making her laugh as he blew the whistle and gave her a remark, along with a taunting look. She grew a jokingly nervous face for an expression and quickly went back under water, swimming throughout the pool and trying to hide herself. She loved this kind of lighting, it was dark, and it was hard for her to see into the water before when she was standing at the edge, and it's hard to see through the water now and know where she's going. After being under the water for a few long moments, she accidentally bumped her head into the side of the pool, not seeing the wall in time to stop herself. She put her hands to her head and swam upwards, holding her forehead as she surfaced the water and took a gasp of breath, then pushing her hair back and out of her face. She wiped off her face of water and looked over to the lifeguard stand, still seeing Jack sitting among it. She pouted a little and rubbed her forehead, not really enjoying the throbbing within her skull. She heard the next song begin, Billy Talent - "River Below", she wasn't sure if she was in the mood for this right now. She was of course in a crazy mood, but she was kind of tired after wrestling with Jack, doing her routine 5 times without a break, and now swimming and knocking herself into walls. She kept her head above the water as she slowly swam her way over to where lifeguard post was, holding onto the edge and looking up to Jack, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Do you not like the water?" She asked with an innocent tone, moving over a little and turning around, sinking down into the water a little and resting her neck on the edge of the pool and resting her head among the tile, letting her body float on its own. She looked up towards the podium again, letting a light smile grace her lips as she looked up to Jack.
The Emmortal	May 6 2009, 04:48 AM Post #21
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	Jack gave a long, "OOOooooo" as Frankie came up out of the water, holding her head, clearly she'd conked it. She didn't look real good, that sort of playful and upbeat mood was dwindling in her. 'Maybe it's from the dance, could be getting her down.' He wasn't really all that sensitive to those sort of things in other people, in a non-jackass sort of way he sort of expected people to deal with their problems on their own, since he did himself as well. He'd been whining about the whole being followed thing, but that was really just with Sangria, he'd only dropped the mention to Frankie a couple of times, and she seemed to ignore it, probably better for Jack that way. He looked down at Frankie as she gazed up at him, asking why he wasn't joining her. "Nah, I'm fine with water, but that's pool water. I ain't gettin in unless you got a pair of trunks babe, and I don't like the feeling of chlorine in my hair." He grinned, he was fairly certain that that she wouldn't be able to whip up a pair of trunks, so he felt safe. Jack climbed down the column of the life guard chair and stood next to where Frankie was relaxing. He through his hands in his pockets and pulled out his packet of cigarettes, lighting one up for himself and taking a long drag. As usual, he didn't care that he was smoking indoors, he didn't even think about it at this point. Blowing out a plume of smoke, Jack sighed and crouched down to Frankie's level. "Don't take it personally, it's not like I wouldn't share a pool with you." He gave her a playful nudge on her chin, remaining in his squatted position. Jack stuck his finger into the water, he never was able to change the color of a body of water before, but he thought he'd try anyway. He tried to change the water purple, Jack concentrated hard, but only some of the water around his finger changed, about an inch around it. "Hmmmm," he groaned, he'd have to work more before he'd be able to do that...
ViciousRain	May 6 2009, 06:20 AM Post #22
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	She watched as he came down next to her and squatted down, lighting a cigarette. She listened to his explanation on to why he didn't want to come in, her not really caring. She just wanted to relax after doing a rather long workout, she'd say. She looked to his finger as he attempted to change the color of the water, somewhat assuming that that would be a little tough. She looked up to Jack and smiled, kind of wanting to get out of the pool instead of remaining in the water by herself. "Well.. I believe that I've relaxed enough." She said softly, lifting her head off of the tile and placing her feet against the wall. She grew a devilish grin among her lips, "Wanna help me? Thanks, babe!" She said, grabbing a hold of his wrist and pulling him into the water. He set himself up for that one.. She thought to herself, putting her hands among the edge of the tile and pulling herself out of the water. She stood next to the pool and started laughing hysterically, loving what she had just done. "Whoops.." She said with a huge smile, shrugging her shoulders sarcastically as if she had done nothing. She continued to laugh as she started to walk off, walking towards the ladies locker room. She walked in and passed rows of lockers and benches, then stalls, and came to a shower room at the end. She showered quickly, just trying to get all of the chlorine off of her and out of her hair too. After she had washed herself off, she walked over to the hand blowers, crouching under it and drying off her long, thick hair and drying her undergarments. She walked back out of the ladies locker room and walked to her belongings, picking up her shorts and putting them back on, then picking up her shirt and looking at the burnt hole in it. She sighed and shrugged, "I suppose I have to.." She said to herself, putting it on as well. She grabbed her shoes and sat down among the ground, putting her shoes back on one by one and then grabbing her rubber bands that she used to her hair and shoved them into her pocket, deciding to leave her fluffy clean long hair down for a change. She began to walk over to the bleachers and walk up them, heading for the room with her phone in it. "So now what?" She asked Jack, turning her head to where he was. She began laughing a little again as she thought about what she did, stepping into the room, stopping her play list and taking her phone back, placing it back into her pocket. She walked back out of the room and closed the door behind her, looking to Jack's things among the bleachers as she walked down the steps, "Huh?" She asked again in addition to her question, waiting for an answer.
The Emmortal	May 7 2009, 07:14 PM Post #23
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	"Whaaaaa....!!" was all Jack had the time to say as he was pulled into the pool, his clothes becoming increasingly heavier as the water soaked into the absorbent fabric. He writhed under the water, orientating himself to the surface and frantically trying to make it up. Swimming in clothing was surprisingly difficult, as Jack soon found out, as he gasped for air as he made it to the surface, finding that he sank back in faster than anticipated, going under yet again. 'Crap crap crap!!!' he raged to himself as he swim towards the wall of the pool, 'That *****, I had my mp3 on me!!! Gotta save it!!' Finally making his way out of the pool, dripping wet, he scrambled for his headphones and player, and lay them on the tiled floor. "Please work, please work, please work," he repeated frantically, letting out a relieved sigh when "Dance with the Devil" started blasting out of the headphones. The screen was a little screwed up, some of the colors becoming pixelated in areas and over the artist name, Immortal Technique only readable as I--ort-l Technique, but it was enough for Jack to recognize. He padded himself down again and took out his packet of cigarettes, which were now soaked and unusable. "Aww man," Jack moaned as he looked inside the packet, the contents of the nicotine cylinders dispersed in a watery mess. Picking himself up, he sloshed over to the bleachers, placing his player done and then moving over to the waste bin to toss his useless pack away. He had set himself up for that one he supposed, Jack chuckled, he really had to be more careful around Frankie. Jack took off his clothes, leaving on his boxers, and wrung them out in the pool as much as he could, even taking off his armbands to dry them out as well. "There have to be some towels in here," he thought aloud, surveying the pool area. Sure enough, folded neatly near the lockers, were a pile of white towels. Jack picked up two and laid out his drying clothes on one while he dried himself off with the other. Frankie's question came as a shock to him, as he was drying his hair at the time, and he look at her from under the towel. "Well now I have to dry off because of you," he whined accusingly, "My player almost died because of that! So I say..." Jack thought for a moment as he dried himself off, putting his pants and his shirt back on, leaving the hoodie over by his bag and Sangria (who was, thankfully, safe). Chuckling followed, a sick idea, but a good one, and just the thing to spice up the day. "We fight over it, no silly wrestling match like earlier, this'll be a real brawl. Weapons, fire, color, everything, we stop when one of us gives up, sound good?" Jack thought for a moment, it was sort of a sick idea, but it would be fun. He wouldn't have done it actually if Frankie hadn't tried her dance. Her fire would prevent there from being an unfair advantage, but Jack thought some more. "Well," Jack began, "Whaddya say? Work out to end all work outs? Should be wild!" Jack was already fiddling with his switchblade, snapping the blade in and out with an excited sort of fidgeting motion. He didn't know if his suggestion would go over well, he almost expected it wouldn't, but he wanted it to...
ViciousRain	May 8 2009, 07:14 AM Post #24
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	She reached the bottom of the bleachers, and looked to Jack, raising her brow to his suggestion. She didn't really know how she felt about it, honestly.. What if one of them actually got badly hurt? She was a little skeptic at first, shaking her head a little, "Hmm.. I don't knowwww.." She continued. "It sounds interesting, and somewhat fun.." She thought for a little bit, Does he actually want to do this to have fun, or does he want to hurt me? She thought, a slight smirk forming among her lips to her thought. She began slowly walking to the doors to the hallway which lead back to the gym, still thinking about it and talking to Jack. "Well.. If I do agree to this.. I would like it to be in a better area, a bigger one.. So the gym would be our best bet." She answered, stepping through the doors and walking through the hallway. She placed her hands in each of the bball pockets and her right hand fiddled with her phone, the left one, surprised, finding her butterfly knife in her left pocket. She didn't show any surprise that she found it through a physical sense, she didn't want him to think she had anything besides her fire power to use as a weapon. She remembered that he had his switchblade, since he was pretty much showing it off in the pool room just a few seconds ago, as if saying Come on bitch, let's do this, but more of a playing around/not playing around action. Wow, he actually wanted to fight her. A smile grew among her lips and she chuckled out loud a little, "Are you just intimidated, and want to convince yourself that in a real fight you could beat me? Is this because I beat you in wrestling? You need weapons to prove yourself?" She said in a sly tone, somewhat mocking him and egging him on, something she rather enjoyed to do to him. She stepped through the doors that lead to the gym, continuing to walk out to the middle of one of the basketball courts for space, then stopped, turning around and facing him. "Both of us having blades is a fair fight, and same with fists.. Cause we both know we're good with our hands." She paused, then smiled, "But even though I know nothing of what you can do with colors if you use them in a fight, I'm not sure that's fair for you if I use Fire.. You might be a littllleee.. Outmatched?" She questioned, still keeping her smile. She pulled out her 9" green painted butterfly knife, holding it up even with her face and doing nifty hand tricks with it, closing it and opening it repeatedly, then looked to him as she did so, "Don't you think?" She questioned.
The Emmortal	May 9 2009, 03:23 PM Post #25
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	'Wow, she agreed,' he thought, sort of surprised, 'She must think she's actually going to win this, that silly...'. Jack smirked and agreed to the change of location, though it would've been to his advantage to stay over by the pool, considering Frankie's trump card was her fire. Jack wasn't too worried about that, he still had his resourcefulness, she would have to be pretty darn good to get him in a corner...at least those were his thoughts. Jack took a good look around the gym and then into the court, belongings under his arm. They'd essentially wrecked each of these rooms in some way, with the punching bag emptied on the floor, the holes in the drywall, the few cigarettes that still lingered in the pool; maintenance wouldn't be happy to see this. 'Oh wait,' Jack realized, 'Those were pretty much all my fault, whaddya know?' He dropped his things in a corner of the basketball court, zipping Sangria up inside his bag to keep her safe should something happen. Ignoring Frankie's taunts up until now, he turned around and smiled. "Don't be so surprised," Jack sang, "I'm willing to bet that I'm good enough with a knife that you having your fire actually makes this fair." Then Frankie took out her knife, showing it off herself. "Hmmm, didn't see that one coming," Jack said jokingly, though he actually didn't, "I guess we're more alike than I thought. Don't worry about me though, I'm fairly certain I'm going to win this anyway." Here's why Jack got famous for his enormous ego, and most of the time it pulled through for him. This was his first time going against...well...someone like him, so it'd be interesting to say the least. Wasting no time, Jack dashed towards Frankie, knife drawn. He'd been kidding around before; at the bar, on the mat, at the pool. He was being fairly serious now, though he would certainly prevent himself from causing her any serious harm, injuring Frankie wasn't a foul though. As he closed the distance, a series of quick swipes from his knife followed, aiming mostly for Frankie's thighs and arms, hopefully stopping her movement. Jack needed to keep this fight in close, he didn't know the full limits of her abilities with fire, but his strength advantage would only do him good if he could actually touch her. He aimed a low kick to her knees as well, if he could get her down it would be even better. Jack was smiling wide, his messy hair wizzing around all over as he moved quickly. "Don't regret accepting this now," he joked, "I may be more than you can handle, you know?" He was a big fan of talking and taunting during a fight, something to distract his opponent with. Jack could talk fine during a fight, he'd gotten pretty good at it, but Frankie seemed a little chatty too... OOC: Ugh, my spelling and grammar was so bad in my last post that I actually went through and proofread this one, it's really sad what I let slip by T_T
ViciousRain	May 11 2009, 08:02 PM Post #26
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	As Jack egged her on back just as much as she was doing to him, she got a little tensed, but still excited that they were actually going to have a fair fight to see who was better. As he came at her with his knife, sending the blade towards her arms and thighs, she was caught off guard a little, not really thinking that he would come at her so strongly. But then again, he needed to practice against someone who was like him and was probably also skilled with a knife, just to see if he could survive since he was being chased down by people that wanted him dead. Maybe she would actually give him some competition to work with to see if he was really ready or not to face someone that could be better than him. She kept her legs steady and stepped back a few times with every jab that he gave, maneuvering her torso back and forth to help herself avoid a stab or slice among her flesh. A few times she blocked with her own blade, hearing the metal slice together didn't make her ears quite happy. She noticed that he was talking while he was doing this, and although it does help distract her a little, it also should count for a distraction for Jack, so she kept her mouth shut, just letting a sly smile run across her lips. As she moved her torso once more to the left, her hair got in the way of the blades and it sliced off a small chunk of her blonde locks. She noticed right away as some of the strands were pulled from her scalp as well, "Fuck!" She yelled, then was cut on her arm by Jack's blade. After being cut she blocked another blow and was given the opportunity to shove him away, so she did. She took a moment to look at the strands of hair that fell to the floor and then looked to her arm, it wasn't that bad of a cut, just one that was deep enough to draw blood and cause it to run down her arm. She looked up to Jack and cocked her eyebrows, Alright, no more just dodging his blade, time for me to use mine. She thought, getting back to her fighting stance. She thought for a moment longer, then sent a smirk towards Jack. She didn't light a flame into her palm, but she began to heat up her palm that was holding the blade to make the knife hot to the touch. She did what he had done to her, but focused more on his upper arms and chest region, along with his stomach. With time, her blade was beginning to turn a dark red due to how hot she was making it in her palm. She smile only got wider and she decided to come on stronger, beginning to make her movements faster and her steps quicker towards him as she swiped and swiped at him with her hot blade. OOC: Haha, don't worry. I always find myself doing that. I sometimes even go back to threads that could be a few months old and correct mistakes. >_>;;
The Emmortal	May 12 2009, 01:21 PM Post #27
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	'Heh, got her,' Jack smirked, confirmed by the line of blood down Frankie's arm. She finally got advantage and shoved him off. 'She's pretty good, ain't easy to block with a knife,' he noted, checking out his own knife. No new nicks yet, they were just sliding blocks, and her knife was a bit longer actually, maybe even by three inches. Still, she was using a butterfly knife, a weapon that Jack had always considered to be just for show, mostly for tricks and intimidation. His switchblade was more practical, a straight retractable blade that could be released with a spring, about six inches long. The split handle of butterfly knife made it awkward for Jack to hold, and although he'd been told it really posed no problem when it was being used, he'd always felt more comfortable with the more sturdy handle of a jackknife or switchblade. Still, when Frankie made her retaliation, she seemed to be using it fine with no problems. Jack stepped back and to the sides, circling around Frankie at times as she swiped at him. He noticed the heat that was coming off the blade as it passed by his skin. 'Is she heating up the blade? That could be nasty,' mentally noted and stowed away. Her blade work wasn't as good as his, but it was enough to prevent him from counter attacking for the time being, leaving him to dodging and leaping back on occasion. Eventually she forced him to block and he brought his own knife against hers, and the red hot blade transfered its heat over to his knife. The steel gave way a little, bending somewhat from the pressure, which Jack quickly rectified by rotating his knife away and circling around Frankie once more, gaining a moment to check his blade. "Damn girl," he cursed, though he was impressed, "I like this knife, not really lookin to buy a new one, ya know?" Jack didn't know if what he said pissed her off, but she began coming at him faster and harder than before, forcing him to be more forceful and over-compensate his dodges to give him room. Finally, in a slash towards his chest, Jack wrapped his knife around Frankie's wrist, rotating his own wrist in a deft motion and holding the blade flat against her skin to discourage her from moving (though perhaps in a fight of life or death he should've put the blade on edge). He moved around her and aimed a strong descending blow to the side of her head, at her ear. A disorienting blow meant a strong advantage for Jack, and his punch was strong enough with his off-hand to deal it. "This ain't just a knife fight remember?" he barked as his fist fell. Jack noticed the heat from her hand and knife that he'd just wrapped his own hand around and winced a little, it burned pretty good, that took him by surprise, but he continued his attack regardless...
ViciousRain	May 13 2009, 05:53 AM Post #28
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	Frankie smirked when she had caused damage to his blade, though she had to admit that she would've rather have caused damage to Jack himself. "I'll buy you a new one if I win." She added after his remark. After he got her somewhat pinned with her hand, not being able to use her knife without the threat of being cut if she moved wrong, she felt the blow from his fist among her ear and she shut her eyes, wincing and letting out an. "Ah! Damnit!" After the hit. After a few moments of regaining her balance, she reopened her eyes and shook her head. She didn't really care if she got cut, so she wiped her wrist out of his grip, getting a long cut among her wrist as she had done so, and released herself from it. She quickly faced him and lifted her leg, sending her foot at his left ear. She added to his remark, "Ya, I remember now." She said with a hardy smile, letting her foot connect to his head and jumping on him to bring him to the ground. She followed him to the ground and straddled him, her left knee on the ground next to the right of his torso and she wiped her blade around and closed it, putting back to her pocket quickly and putting her hands to the sides of his head, then she swiftly took her right knee and sent it into his stomach. After she had done that, she removed herself from on top of him and stood up a few feet from his feet, removing her blade again from her pocket and doing a slight trick as she opened it. She removed her knife quick enough from her pocket to not make it burn a hole in her shorts, then stood there looking down to him, "What else you got.." She said in a cocky tone, feeling rather victorious at the moment.
The Emmortal	May 15 2009, 03:01 AM Post #29
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	Jack didn't expect her to simply rip her wrist free, regardless of the cut, so the kick came as a surprise. His head rolled off to the side from the blow and as he brought himself around, he was taken down by Frankie to the ground. 'Ah man, pinned in a fight with knives, gotta get up fast!' The simultaneous pain from the blow to the head, the burn on his left hand, and being taken down to the ground made his reaction a little sluggish, and Jack lingered there for a moment, getting over the pain. He felt the hands go to the side of his head and knew exactly what was coming next and firmed up the muscles in his chest, not that it did him much good. Her knee drove its way into his diaphragm, knocking all the air out of him and leaving him coughing on the ground. She got up and looked down at him, flipping her hot knife around. Jack couldn't really hear what she said at the moment, his blood was pumping hard in his head. "Heh..." was all he let out as he took a deep breath. Suddenly, Jack's entire body and the entire floor of the gymnasium turned black, making it difficult to distinguish Jacks body from the ground off-hand. He then threw the knife at Frankie, aiming for her shoulder. It was dangerously close to other things, but he had enough confidence in her to make the dodge successfully, though he threw it hard and fast. It was mostly to distract her as he quickly got up and aimed a kick at her hand, trying to knock the knife from it, following up with a turning straight kick from his other leg at her chest. Afterwards, he turned tail and ran, making his way to the gymnasium wall just behind him and slamming it with the palm of his hand, also turning it black. Jack started making his way around the gym and turning the walls and bleachers black. He exceeded the five objects he could normally keep control of, though six and seven felt more comfortable now. Jack was relying on the fact that the object would stay that color for about five minutes anyway, even though Jack may not be focusing on it. About half of the objects in the gym were black now as Jack was making his way around. He'd done similar things before, and it sorta worked, it was annoying anyways, and kind of creepy to fight someone who's eyes are even completely black. The main thing was that it be more difficult to discern his motions if his surrounding environment was the precise same color as him, and that was what he was counting on. Frankie had probably figured all of this out by now, so Jack picked up the pace. He could see his knife clearly from where he was currently, running around the gym, and planned to get it eventually. Right now he had to get the upper-hand, and color might just be the way to do it...
ViciousRain	May 22 2009, 06:36 AM Post #30
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	Frankie watched as Jack, along with the gymnasium floor turned all black, making her smirk slightly. She could still see Jack compared to the walls, twisting her body a little to avoid the knife and hearing it stick into the wall behind her, then she swiftly dodged the kick towards her head, but wasn't quite quick enough to dodge the kick to her stomach that Jack was so quick to endue. She fell back onto her rump and coughed a few times, then put her hands over her breasts, "Son of a bi.." She trailed off, looking down to her cleavage and seeing her chest turning a light red. She looked up and watched Jack run from wall to wall, turning them black as well and Frankie beginning to lose sight of exactly where Jack was, seeing as how he was pretty much camouflaged with the gym. She sighed heavily and removed her hands from among her chest, feeling her breasts beginning to throb softly, "You know, a blow to the chest on a girl hurts a shit ton more than if you did it to a guy.." She managed to let out, looking throughout the gym to see if she could make out Jack from the walls. She looked back to the wall and saw Jack's knife, turning around and running to it and removing it from the wall. She turned around and put her back against the wall, looking throughout the gym once more, looking at Jack's blades that she kind of ruined, "You know, your knife will hurt more if I stick you with it than mine will.. Ya, mine will burn, and of course pierce the skin, but the heat will close the wound off right after it's removed.. For yours, if I manage to stick you, might be a little harder to get out with this.. Jagged edge you've got here.." She egged on, being able to hear where he was stepping, though not being able to make out his figure quite as well. She ran towards where she heard him stepping and leaped into the air, throwing her knife at where she heard him first, then reaching the floor again with her feet and kneeling down and then throwing Jack's knife towards him, hoping to at least get him with one of them. If neither of the knives worked, she formed a ball of fire in each palm, still following where she could hear his footsteps and throwing the fire balls towards him, watching as both of them hit the ground, exploding among the floor and each creating small 3x3 craters. She put her hands to her sides and stood up, looking left and right throughout the gym, hoping to see him at a close range perhaps and knowing when she should strike again. Smoke came from her palms and twisted around her body slightly before fading off into the air, "Not a good day for the Janitor to clean up the gym.." She said to herself lightly, looking to her craters and seeing red embers in the centers, smoke rising from each one of them. OOC: Sorry it's been a while. Been busy. :]
The Emmortal	May 24 2009, 05:35 PM Post #31
Addicted to Samsara Posts: 135 Group: Spring Fujita Member #140 Joined: May 16, 2006	"I know!" he called out as he started making his way around the rest of the gym, "You're a tough girl, I'm sure the twins are fine!" He smiled, though that sort of detail was impossible to see with the sort of black box he was making for himself. What would make this perfect is if he could somehow get to the ceiling, as he was unable to even get close to touching it. Also, although everything was black and made it difficult to find Jack quickly, the lighting from the gymnasium did still hit him, making certain parts of his body brighter than others. It was a good plan, but not a perfect one, but he was counting on it doing the job. 'Done!' Jack thought as he completed the cycle around the gym, 'Save for the ceiling, I think everything's set, now, where were we...!!! Frankie suddenly dashed towards him, he'd stayed in one place too long. Her knife descended and sliced him across the arm lengthwise, his flesh merely parting before the searing heat of it. "YEEEEOW!!!" he yelled, recoiling from the attack, jumping out of the way of his own knife. Jack picked up Frankie's knife, it was closer, and turned it black as well. That made about ten items he'd changed, half of the things in the gym would stay black for about another four minutes before changing back, and then Jack would have to think of something else. He had to take hold of the weapon in his off hand, his primary arm still painful from the damage he'd taken. As Frankie formed he two balls of fire, Jack could see that this only spelled bad news for him, and high tailed it. The magical bombs went off behind him as he ran, almost blowing him off his feet and blowing pieces of the floor against his back. "Whaaaaaaaaaat?" he said, pretty amazed, "That what you meant about this not being fair?" Jack was a little shaken by it, though not too intimidated. He didn't know how many times she could do that, from his experience he thought it safe to assume that she could do that as many times as she wanted. Snapping back to the fight, he gripped Frankie's knife tightly and rushed at her. He used his same technique from the beginning of the fight, making quick swipes at her arms and thighs, though this time he had his make-shift black camo to make dodging even more difficult. Jack, after few swipes, made a grab for Frankie's head and thrust his own towards her, going for a headbutt. Getting her off balance and disoriented was probably his best way of winning, and it was pretty much his entire strategy from the start...
ViciousRain	Sep 13 2009, 08:47 AM Post #32
Advanced Member Posts: 69 Group: Summer Isamu Member #1,114 Joined: March 10, 2009	Frankie was out of luck as far as using more fire, she had to wait a little bit until she was able to do it again, which made her a little uneasy and feeling like she could actually lose without her ability to use it. She noticed him holding her knife, the only part of him that she could see clearly, and simply watched the knife, watching it swipe past her arms and thighs. She could somewhat make out the outline of his body against all of the blackness, his motion against non-moving backgrounds made it a little easier to tell where he was. To make a quicker get away, she decided to throw in a few back flips to help herself avoid her blade, knowing exactly how sharp she always made it, it made her panic a little. Even the slightest graze with her blade he was wielding it would cut her pretty good. As he started to catch up to her, the blade grazed her ankle on one of her back flips and made her catch her stance on her feet a little sloppy, causing her to slow down a little and lose her balance. He caught up with a headbutt and before she knew it they had reached the wall of the gym, causing her back to fly into it and hit her head as well among it. She winced her eyes at both the pounding headache in front and in back, and also from the cut on her ankle. Things weren't looking too good for her right now, and she pretty much knew that he would catch onto that in no time and take her down most likely, announcing himself the winner. But, she still wanted to keep herself in the game, but had to admit it would be hard to in her condition at that very second. She moved her hands to each side of her skull and shut her eyes tightly, trying to calm down her headache and get her focus off of the booming pain. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and looked to where she could see his black outline against the black background of the gym, managing to smirk a little as she could feel her face and head getting warmer the more she held onto it. "Damn.." She let out between her lips. "Either your really quick, or I'm just getting tired." She said with a few pants of breath escaping through her lips. She let one hand slide down her body until it was at her side and the other moved to the back of her neck. She held onto her neck for a few seconds as she continued to catch her breath, looking down to her ankle and seeing a slow, tiny stream of blood going into her shoe and turning her sock a deep stained red. She let out one final breath of heavy air and removed her hand from behind her neck, looking to him and smiling, "So.. You wanna keep going or do you want to claim victory upon me?" She asked with a sly smile, bringing her right hand up and removing her pony tail from her hair, letting it fall down to the front and right side of her head. The roots of her hair looked a little damp, only because she was beginning to sweat a little from the good workout she was getting. She pulled the band around her wrist and brought her right hand to her forehead, wiping the glisten from her face, still holding her smile. OOC: Once again. I apologize for the long wait.. So busy lately! Sorry. I hope you're still active here? Haha.

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