04-13-2021, 12:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-19-2021, 09:55 PM by THEO HAN..)
[align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"]— It looked like it was going to rain. Bright pink rays of light from the setting sun poked out from behind a blanket of stormy gray clouds in the sky. There was a cool breeze that came by every few minutes, carrying the salty aroma of the ocean. Theo could hear it, now - the ocean. Waves, crashing down on the shore in the far distance. Just barely, but he could hear it.
It had been a long journey - almost two months, now, was it? He wasn't sure. It would be a long trip back, too - but that was a problem for another day. The young man tugged on the reins of his horse, gently patting a hand against her side as she slowed to a stop. He swung one leg over before sliding off, grunting as his feet hit the ground. It wasn't far at this point - but he needed something to eat. He decided that it would be better to hunt where there was still some foliage before travelling any further. He pulled his three throwing knives out of his satchel, transferring them from hand to hand.
Rustling in the bushes, to his right. Theo tensed, his gaze narrowing. He turned in the direction of the sound, though the area was too shadowy to make anything out. That had sounded much too large, much too deliberate to be anything other than a human. A wolf, maybe, or a bear? He grit his teeth, frowning. "Who's there?" he demanded, "Show yourself."
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[color=transparent]u rock !
*:･ﾟcoyote ugly*:･ﾟ
[color=transparent]claire loves u!
[b]TW; violence
"Show yourself." Not a problem. In loose, dark gray jeans and a coco chanel shirt he peels away from the shadows. A black medical bag carried in on hand at his side and a shovel in the other. Yeah, he could have stayed where he was, but he'd learned over the seven years outside refined societies that the other then knew you, or someone, was there. You either had to surrender or make a quick move.
Angel wasn't a hunter, but he was an opportunist. At some point it was going to rain, he had planned on bunking in the forest for the night. But, now there was this young man, shorter than him which secretly made him feel better about his own height. Though he wondered how much younger the guy really was. Curiously, he found it strange a horse had been with him in the forest, but had an easy tactic to remove them out of the equation. Without much more introduction than simply appearing, he released the bag and gave a solid slap on the horse's ass, sending it neighing and chuffing out of the forest.
He whistles and nods back to Theo as it's galloping steps fade,"Nice ass, couldn't help myself." His tone of voice calm, and his brown eyes reaffirming all that he'd sized up a few moments ago. He could see that he had three knives, but they were too close if the other planned on throwing them. After praising Theo's horse, Angel comes at him with a wide swing.
ANGEL SEONG.
[align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"]— So there was another person around. Theo narrowed his eyes as Angel appeared from the darkness, absent-mindedly twirling one of his knives around. He sized the stranger up; he was advancing like he was looking for a fight. "Why don't you piss off now, before you regret it?" he would demand with a frown. He wasn't keen on getting into unnecessary trouble, but he wasn't about to let this guy push his boundaries and get away with it if it came to that.
Theo tossed one of his knives into his left hand as Angel drew closer, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Before he could say anything, the other man had reached out to strike his horse, Sable. The young equine whinnied and whimpered in a panic, bucking out her hind legs, before darting off in the direction of the beach.
Theo grit his teeth, caramel eyes lighting up with anger. Sable had been his closest - and only - companion for the last three months; anyone who chose to mess with her was immediately placed upon his blacklist. "Nice ass, couldn't help myself." "Tch." Theo dropped one of his knives and kicked it out of reach, holding one in each of his hands with a tight grip. As Angel threw a punch, he ducked out of the way, though it clipped him in the jaw. He drew his lips back in a snarl, attempting to slice at Angel's chest with one of his blades. "I gave you the chance to leave unharmed - don't forget that," he muttered, jumping back.
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[color=transparent]u rock !
*:･ﾟcoyote ugly*:･ﾟ
[color=transparent]claire loves u!
Angel felt the swing connect, but just barely as the other ducked and returned with a swipe of one of his knives. The blade grazing across his chest, cutting a fine line in his shirt. He could feel a scratch had formed but he'd manage to move back some enough that it wouldn't bleed. The whole, you had a chance to leave me alone bit reminded him of the soldiers back at the plant. How they'd like to pretend that they were entirely and perfectly neutral until provoked. Or one of those lame comic book anti-heroes that blamed others for messing with them. [b]"Right, so we're in a movie?"
This time Angel swung with his shovel, aiming for his upper half and immediately followed up with a precise, powerful kick into Theo's stomach.
ANGEL SEONG.
[align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"]— Theo rolled his eyes, making sure to keep light on his heels so that he could move around quickly during the fight. "You talk too much," he muttered. Who even was this guy? Why did he seem so annoyed that Theo had attacked? He'd messed with his horse, after all - at that point, to Theo, retaliation was inevitable.
His half-lidded eyes widened just slightly when Angel hefted up a shovel, of all things. Was that... his weapon. It nearly caught him off-guard - but he managed to duck out of harm's way. Still, in the process, he was unable to avoid Angel's kick. He gave a grunt of pain as the other man drove his foot into his stomach. He stumbled back, his vision momentarily doubling, trying to catch his breath. Wheezing, he scowled at Angel and lunged forward, balling his fists and attempting two swift punches to the face - one to the jaw and one to the cheek.
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[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.
tags 45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
Goddamn, he hated people. He could hear the sounds of a fight on the boarder from all the way over here, and it was just... exhausting to think about. Without much thought he began to jog towards the noises, his over present chaperone following from a distance. At least it wasn't a covert operation. Mike frowned slightly as he came to a halt.
"Oi! Stop this! Right now! The fuck you think you're doing?!" Did he actually have the authority to tell them to stop? No. But he was going to. He crossed his bare arms across his chest, the black t-shirt he wore was old and worn, but still looked normal. He glowered slightly at the two, hopefully they complied, if not this could get ugly.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
text SALEM ENTRY #01 8.15.16 BL ENFORCER [div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 333px; min-height: 347px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: #000000; line-height: 99%;"]She also didn't care for people. Especially people with no dignity, who fought sober mid day for no reason, not to mention on another groups land.
Salem let out a loud sigh as she strolled over to Mike. She said nothing, instead glowering at the two as if they were undisciplined children. Was it hypocritical? Yes. Did she care? Not in the slightest.
Would the Administration really care if she beat two punks up if she treated their wounds afterwards? Sal figured not. VITALS > overall status: 100%
> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.
> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None TAGS ━ ━xGENERAL
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time, a small handgun, and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
>
━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> Easy physically | easy/medium mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Lionel King x Melissa Barone
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning I'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong
04-20-2021, 06:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-20-2021, 06:46 PM by TEDDY..)
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If there was one thing that infuriated Teddy, it was the gall of some people. Two outsiders would have fought each other to the death if they were given half the chance; if they were able to do such a thing to each other, then what would they do to an unsuspecting Badlander? Call Teddy hypocritical, but he didn’t want people fighting on his territory. In a group that prided themselves on their viciousness, controlling the masses using fear, Teddy only appreciated it if it was initiated by a Badlander for the greater good of the group. There was no need for all of this pandemonium on his turf.
Sometimes, all it took was a scare to send outsiders on their way.
But not this time.
❝ Jesus, what da fuck is goin’ on?! ❞ Teddy snarled as he strode over to stop beside Mike. With a curled lip of aversion, Teddy twisted his head to give Mike and Salem a look. ❝ Ya both better run their asses outta here right now, else I’ll do my way. ❞ If this violence managed to progress and affect The Badlands, then there would be an absolute frenzy. Best to restrain the misfits before they could take things a step too far. Whipping his head back towards the fight, nostrils flared as the fighters seemed far too invested in striking one another to be able to pay Mike any attention when he attempted to catch their attention.
In that case, Teddy would have to take things into his own hands.
With an incensed sigh through his nostrils, Teddy finally reached behind his jacket to feel around for a shoulder holster, soon revealing a shiny pistol. Whilst Teddy was rarely one to use it, oftentimes preferring to talk his way out of situations, even the most seemingly non-violent men had their limits. Face shrivelling up, Teddy raised the pistol towards the sky, firing a shot into the air to startle the outsiders into compliance. ❝ Ya’ll best finish up dat fight and get off my land before I finish da fight for the both of ya! ❞ Teddy barked, soon lowering his gun as his glowering glare struck daggers in the both of them.
It was a side that Teddy rarely enjoyed executing, but a necessity to silence the aggressors. Once a man that people made a mockery of, Teddy was now a man of power that inspired whispers as he walked down the street. The volatile behaviour that made him a man to fear — both of the Badlanders stood beside him would know from experience.
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[color=transparent]u rock !
*:･ﾟcoyote ugly*:･ﾟ
[color=transparent]claire loves u!
[b]TW; violence
In the other trying to collect himself, he readied another swing, but they recuperated quicker than anticipated and he found one of his fists landing in his jaw. His hands dropping the shovel and rising up to block the next punch coming for the other side of his face. In their brawl, Teddy was right, they had either not heard or not cared about the big man towering them and telling them to stop. Angel himself had been so into the fight that only the startling pop of the gun fired in the air paused the skirmish.
Angel had broken momentarily from his opponent, and after the initial shock wore off narrowed his eyes at the man with the gun. He hated guns, he could hardly believe some were still in operation after all this time. Gosh, there was still enough ammo huh? In the next few seconds despite the warning, despite the Angel who wouldn't have allowed himself going on a 4 against one battle, he quickly situates himself behind Theo. Then [u](attempt) he grabs him by his waist and pushes the man forward to get closer to the asshole with a gun. When close enough he would throw Theo into Teddy and aim a pivoted kick to his jaw and reach for the gun.
ANGEL SEONG.
text SALEM ENTRY #01 8.15.16 BL ENFORCER [div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 333px; min-height: 347px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: #000000; line-height: 99%;"]What the hell was even going on at this point? Salem could see no rhyme or reason to what Angel was doing, what with him attempting to grab the other man. She gave Teddy and Mike a quick glance; she'd have to be the one to intervene, considering she was the only one who could get blood on her hands without getting in trouble or passing out. So, she strode towards angel and attempted to grab him by the neckline of his shirt. If successful, she'd then use her other hand to pinch at the soft pressure point between Angel's shoulders. It was a dirty move often used in the fighting ring, but hey, at least Salem now knew first hand where all of the pressure points are and how painful they can be. VITALS > overall status: 100%
> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.
> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None TAGS ━ ━xGENERAL
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time, a small handgun, and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
>
━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> medium physically | easy/medium mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Lionel King x Melissa Barone
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning I'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong
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