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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on Apr 25, 2010 19:28:25 GMT -5
"WOOoooo!"
The exhilarated exclamation erupted through the Training Center, bouncing around the ceiling until it had nowhere else to abuse. The source of the explosive sound currently had his arms raised high, head thrown back, a triumphant grin on his face. Oh, and in his hands was a groaning bench press bar with 1100lbs worth of weights. On either end. Yeah, that's right. He was bench pressing 2200lbs. Pretty much 1 tonne.
Too bad it was 10pm and the gym was nearly deserted. He carefully lowered the weights to the floor, remembering a time when he was sixteen and broke the floor with 800lbs. He glanced over to an abandoned spot nearby where the floorboards still weren't the same as the rest of the ground. It put another smile to his face. There were some good memories here.
He shook out his arms and stretched them out, rolling his neck across the back of his shoulders. He felt extremely bad ass right now, and the need to strut overtook him. So he boisterously began to hum the Saturday Night Fever theme song and turned to commence his proud walk.
"Oh," He'd thought he was alone, "hey."
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Post by thelost on May 4, 2010 15:37:26 GMT -5
Most likely NOT the person he wanted to see Thorn couldn't think straght right now and he never could until he killed someone (or something) He saw the man lift a large amount not sure how much. "Your strong." He said in his creepy tone Thorn Rarely spoke in more then three word sentinces. "Fight to death!!" He said you couldn't see it due to the cloth around his face but he had one scary smile on. He studied his soon to be enemy of course through his eyes everyone and everything was his enemy. His eyes looking at what he had lifted "Impressive." He growled, Then he pointed to the man. "Now we fight!" He was bending over his arms hanging downward like a bent over zombie but his head was upward waiting for the Man to make his move.
((Board so I hope you do not mind))
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on May 4, 2010 15:53:45 GMT -5
"Uh, thanks?" Ken laughed, unsure how to respond to the obvious 'You're strong' comment. Then the guy proposed a fight to the death? He laughed again, stretching his arms out.
"What's with the bandana? You gunna rob me?" He grinned at the thought of this scrawny little guy trying to pick his pocket. One; it was impossible. Two; Ken didn't have his wallet on him. It was back in the changing room with his jeans. So the mugging wouldn't be very prosperous. He brushed this idea aside though. No one at the Academy was stupid enough to challenge Kenneth Lorne to a fight.
The guy took his 'start' position, which reminded Ken a lot of a gorilla.
"Hey guy," Ken's nose wrinkled in an unimpressed way, "I sort of have a date right now. Not really in the mood for a brawl. Just wanted to do that," He gestured to the enormous weights he still had to put away. Ken was more of a lover than a fighter, but he would defend himself if necessary. He texted Dorian earlier to come over before his shift at the nightclub. Ken was just killing time until his friend showed up. He looked up at the wall clock, noticing that Dorian wouldn't show up for another five or ten minutes. Knowing Dorian and his promptness, he'd likely show up at 10pm on the dot. His phone was over by the now-empty weight rack, silent for the time being.
((I don't mind Thorn bloodying Ken up a little bit. No killing each other though.))
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Post by thelost on May 4, 2010 16:03:50 GMT -5
((Yeah I figured as much and I understand ya))
Thorn looked at The boy and rasied his eye brow "Strange." He said He quickly spun around and would kick the boy with his heel with his strength it might break the boys jaw then again this depended if the boy blocked it, or dodged it, or maybe it would just hurt like hell. Thorn wasn't too angery...yet. He wanted the boy to bleed at the least, then bleed some more maybe some broken bones but if the boy couldn't fight then Thorn wouldn't bother killing him. If the kick connected he'd follow up with a punch to the gut.
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on May 4, 2010 16:10:19 GMT -5
"What the fuck man?!" Ken exclaimed, blocking the kick. Seeing as how Thorn had to cross the gym to reach him with that kick, it was easily read and easily blocked, though not easily understood. He hadn't actually expected the guy to lash out at him; who did that?! Who honestly walked up to you in the middle of a public place and decided they wanted to fight you?
"Are you in special ed?" Ken held onto the guy's foot, raising it into the air so he'd be off-balance. A retarded kid wouldn't be able to fire off such a skilled shot, but maybe this guy wasn't all there mentally. Did he really want to beat up someone who belonged in an insane asylum? Kellan wouldn't approve.
Thorn wasn't in the best position to deliver a punch at the moment, but Ken didn't know how trained a fighter this guy was. If he was lithe and quick like Dorian, he might spin some sort of butterfly kick and nail him in the face. Wary, he held Thorn's leg up in the air with one hand, and the other guarded his head. Where was Dorian anyway? Couldn't he just show up early this once?
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Post by thelost on May 8, 2010 11:35:48 GMT -5
"Special who?" Thorn took his other leg and would thrust it in the mans face most likely hitting him maybe the man would do something unexpected though. Thorn wasn't even trying he had to see the man's skill he decided one thing though this one wasn't worth killing, but fighting for sure, It would pass the time till his next victim. The man was lucky Thorn didn't have his Sword or he'd cut off the mans head.
((sorry I'm sick right now I'll do better next time I swear))
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on Jun 1, 2010 7:43:22 GMT -5
Thankfully Ken had his guard already up from before, and he reminded himself to thank Dorian for almost breaking his nose during one of their sparring matches. If that never happened, he might not have been able to guard. Thorn's foot connected with his raised forearm, and what shocked Kenneth was that he actually felt it. This guy was strong. Why hadn't he noticed it before with his first kick?
"Game over," He growled, unhappy. With the grip on Thorn's one leg, he swung his opponent around hard and let go, wholly intending to let the guy go sailing through the air and take a hard hit on the gym floor. With his luck, the guy would be able to fly, and shoot lightning bolts at him, or something equally as unpleasant. Where was Dorian? He could really use some back-up right about now.
{sorry for the late response, didn't realize you'd replied}
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Post by thelost on Jun 5, 2010 15:08:06 GMT -5
(It's cool.)
Using Bio-Crystallization his body became hard as he slid across the floor, he got up he got up and blasted some high pressure water at the man it would knock him against the wall then Thorn would stop with the water and slam his face into the ground. (assuming that the water hit the man of course)
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on Jun 8, 2010 13:20:36 GMT -5
{How did Thorn get close enough to slam Ken into the ground?}
Kenneth hadn't been expecting the crazy guy to return. He'd been nice, giving the guy an out. He could have just gotten up and walked away. But the water was a cold blast to the face he hadn't anticipated, and he shot backwards. It was like the guy had picked up a firefighter's hose and turned it on full. He was able to lift his hands in an attempt to block the water from getting in his eyes, but it was futile. Kenneth Lorne became a soaking wet mess trapped between a wall and a cold shower.
When the fountain ceased, Ken wiped off his face with his hands and looked up.
"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN??" He was pissed. He didn't care what time it was, didn't care if he was going to get back-up from Dorian Wilde or not. He didn't give a damn whether or not this guy was mentally challenged. "YOU NEED A GIRLFRIEND!"
And with a feral yell, he charged forward, not unlike a bear attack.
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Post by thelost on Jun 8, 2010 14:04:12 GMT -5
((lol I for got to put he'd run at Ken then slam his face into the ground my bad and I'm very sorry))
"More like it." Thorn said under the mask he wore he had a devilish grin. He backflipped a few times to get some space in between the two. The man had gone crazy just what Thorn wanted he'd be reckless, stupid, not thinking if everyone was like this then killing in New York shouldn't be a problem. "Come!!" He yelled as his bio-crystalized skin was readied.
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