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Post by Taisuke on Jul 27, 2008 1:16:32 GMT -5
"Oh... Sh-!" Taisuke's feet pounded heavily on the pavement as he rounded a corner into an alley inbetween two stores, their windows reflecting the moonlight and the flickering streetlight eerily. The alley was all but dark as pitch as Taisuke slid to a stop behind a couple of nasty-smelling garbage bags.
"-otta be around here somewhere... Where are you, you little pecker?!" A shrill voice called out, getting closer by the second. A 2nd voice joined the first in low, menacing laughter, "Hehe, come on now... We won't do anything to you..." The laughter continued, the two teenage goons slipping into the alley, "I think i saw him round the corner..." The first voice stated in a whisper.
Taisuke peeked around his wall of garbage, a glint of metal flashing in his eyes. One of the boys had a knife.
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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 29, 2008 15:14:50 GMT -5
Robert Lockwood had just finished rigging up the weapons in the bank and was walking back to the safehouse when he saw some teenagers chasing another into an alley. One of the boys had a knife. He supposed if he could save one innocent life tonight, it might balance out the few who would surely die tomorrow.
He followed them into the ally, turning on his active camouflage suit, he blended in perfectly to the dank, decaying bricks and metal pipes. He was silent as ever due to his mutant power, and all one would see looking his direction is a slight shimmer in the air. He decided to see the how the situation would play out before he would act, he stayed a few feet and on the opposite wall behind the goons as they searched.
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Post by Taisuke on Jul 30, 2008 21:53:05 GMT -5
The scrawnier, knife-wielding boy shuffled forward, his eyes glinting malevolently in the moonlight. "I think you owe me some payback for 'urtin' my friend here... You freak." Tasiuke's eyes flared, his hair began to stand up, electricity crackling throughout it. A spark arched out from a garbage can near the larger of the goons, burning a hole in his pants and drawing a yelp out of him. "You freak!" He cried, kicking the garbage can away, exposing Taisuke, their prey. The scrawny teen leapt at his attackers, tackling the bigger one to the ground. The huge youth shook violently as Taisuke hit him, eventually foam edging his mouth. Taisuke rolled off of the goon, getting slashed at by his knife-wielding partner. Clutching his would, the electrically charged teen stumbled back, falling to the ground, sick from the pain. Grinning wickedly and brandishing the knife, the ruffian advanced on Taisuke, who was still admitting sparks off his person.
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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 31, 2008 5:17:25 GMT -5
Robert gave the boy a chance to defend himself, and he actually threw a pretty strong punch at the big guy, knocked him out in fact. He was outnumbered however, and he saw the boy stumble backwards with the wound. He stepped quickly out behind him and grabbed the knife wielding boys hand, deactivated his camouflage with his other hand and said quietly.
"Pick up your friend and run home boy, you don't belong here."
He pushed the would-be-badass behind him, back towards his friend, who still shook slightly on the ground. His figure loomed over that of the boys, and he excluded a aura of impatience.
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Post by Taisuke on Aug 1, 2008 12:39:14 GMT -5
The scrawny one stumbled back and nodded wordlessly, grabbing his crony by the foot and dragging him as fast as he could away.
A chill ran up Taisuke's spine and he shivered violently, "Th-Thank you...." Was all he managed to say before turning around and vomiting at the sight of so much of his own blood.
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Post by majinmonkey on Aug 3, 2008 4:25:51 GMT -5
Robert watched the boy drag off his friend as fast as he could, and confidant they wouldn't call the cops, he stepped over to the other boy, now retching on the ground. "Your gonna be alright, now lemme see your wound", He spoke quietly and with care as he pulled out a water bottle and a roll of gauze. He managed successfully to hide his scorn at the boys loss of lunch, or dinner as it may well have been, by remembering not everyone was a soldier,...yet, everyone had to start somewhere.
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Post by Taisuke on Aug 6, 2008 23:32:40 GMT -5
Taisuke nodded between fits of coughing and turned over, purposely looking away from the gash on his side. The wound looked more like a tear then a cut, like it was make by an incredibly dull blade and oozed blood all down Taisuke's front and side.
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