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Post by Kevala Katashi on May 3, 2012 3:04:37 GMT -6
Well, this should be fun. Or so Kevala thought at least. The other teachers thought she was crazy for instating a fight club among the students as a class, but Kev thought it was a great idea. Honestly, these other teachers were stupid if they genuinely thought that fighting was a bad idea, especially in this school. Perhaps, had it been another school, they might have been right. But here, well it was almost called for. At least these kids would be getting better use out of their time and they would be able to hone their fighting skills. Something that Kevala knew, from experience, was needed when attending a school such as this.
In fact, Kevala had found it to be such a good idea, that when the school had been under construction, she insisted that a special building be created just for these classes. It was nothing fancy, not by any means, but in stealing a page from her brother's book she had made sure that the walls and ceiling were reinforced to withstand extreme amounts of force. Though she didn't really want to call this the Pillar training room, because in all honesty, it was open to anyone who wished to use it to train. Limiting access to areas of the school for those lucky enough to hold a title seemed rather silly. She knew far too well that sometimes, the stronger kids were not always the ones to hold those coveted titles, but the ones who stood up against them.
So yes, this building was open to anyone. In the back, through a set of double doors was a weight room, complete with various forms of exercise equipment which one could use to work out and train. Other than that, the room that she currently sat in, was all there was.
It was a large room, equal in size to the gymnasium which was a part of the main building of the school. Only this room did not have bleachers or anything of that nature. No, instead it had four solid black walls and a black ceiling, gray concrete flooring and a single row of benches that lined the wall to the far right. The doors that led into the building were made of thick, reinforced steel and on the wall, directly to the left of where Kevala currently stood, was a control panel of sorts. A little grin on her face as she waited for the first pair to arrive.
Once the students entered, they would be hit with a shockingly cold blast of air. The temperature of the room setting easily at -2 degrees, cold enough that Kevala could see her breath as it left her lips. A small bit of fog leaving the vents as the cold air blasted into the room.
Yet despite the cold she was dressed in a pair of black yoga pants, and a white sports halter top. Her dark locks pulled back and a pair of socks adorning her feet, seeming rather comfortable, all things considered.
As for the students? Well, her instructions had been simple. They were to arrive dressed in a pair of shorts and either a t-shirt or a tank top, shoes were okay, but not required.
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As they entered, Kevala would input the code to seal the door, the magnetic locks closing into place. "Lesson one, overcoming and adapting to the elements. For those are the things that we cannot control in a fight, no matter how strong, or fast or smart we may think we are."
A little glance to the two boys as she brushed her tongue slowly across her lips. "Rules are simple. Do not kill each other. The fight ends when one of you gives up or is knocked out." Simple as that.
"Begin."
Not moving from her spot as she waited for the pair to start. She had plenty of things in store for them, she just wasn't going to tell them what those things were.
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Post by Legion on May 5, 2012 20:01:34 GMT -6
Fight club class huh? The very idea was one that intrigued Patrick immensely, though he would be the first to admit it wasn't exactly a surprise from the name of the person running the "class". It would appear that Mrs. Badoer was also a superintendent now, how, ambitious. That almost struck Patrick as odd, it seemed like too much work, too much attention then he figured for the woman. Then again, she had always seemed to be a wild card. Difficult to place, difficult to entirely anticipate her actions. Then again Patrick would be the first to admit that he knew little about her. That made things difficult to predict as well. Interesting seemed to best describe the whole scenario.
Patrick had to wonder though, the clothing rules, what was that for? That seemed oddly specific, she wasn't the type to do things idly, nor was she one to tell people things that were particularly helpful, especially if it was a common sense issue. Patrick would just have to wait and see.
Dressed in a black tanktop and khaki cargo shorts, he walked into the room, glad he had decided to wear shoes. Oh, and of course he had his black fingerless gloves on. It was cold as hell, and that was when the dress code made sense to him. Patrick chuckled, watching his breath flow out of his mouth. It was cold, but it wasn't going to effect Patrick nearly as much as it might for others. He had spent a lot of time freezing his ass off. While it may not have given him a physiological advantage, but he knew how to control himself.
He walked into the room with a grin, "Cold huh? Stiff breeze, makes me feel alive."
Patrick really did love the cold, there was something so invigorating about it...
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Post by Michael Cypren on May 6, 2012 19:47:50 GMT -6
Michael followed the pre-arranged rules to the letter quickly getting up and dressing in a pair of black shorts, mind you these shorts were very short, as in they were probably at the back of his pantry since middle-school only to be dug up now. A white shirt that hung loose against his frame before hustling to the battlegrounds and sulking in.
As Kevala spoke his arms would nestle and rub down his biceps trying to warm them up realizing that they were a bit warmed than his pasty-white exposed thighs. Like a girl adjusting her dress, he'd pull at the hem-lines of the shorts pressing them down lower, a little bit as far as he could manage.
Michael looked across at his opponent who looked a shitton tougher than him. His comment about the cold scaring Mike all the more, he was certainly out of his element being indulgent mostly to the warmth.
"Huh?"
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Post by Kevala Katashi on May 6, 2012 19:58:30 GMT -6
Well, this was a little slow to get going. But that was of no matter, Kev just figured the two boys needed a bit of a jump start, so she would turn to her box of trick....in other words, the control panel, and try to find something that would get them moving a bit more.
It took but a moment and she found the perfect thing. ( Apparently the dice don't like you two ) Her little hand moving out and pushing on the button, as various tiny holes opened up within the black walls at all different levels. Some above their heads, some by their feet, others dead on with the rest of their bodies.
For this one, Kev took a step back and to the right, positioning herself in the only safe spot in the entire room. Soon enough, small blow darts would begin to shoot out at various areas, at various intervals. There was not pattern to the manner in which they shot forth, or where they came from. One landing in Michael's calf muscle, another in Patrick's neck. The sting of them actually stabbing wasn't that bad, but the toxin on them, a little added touch thanks to Kev, was what really got you. It wasn't deadly, not by any means, but it caused a severe burning sensation in the area immediately surrounding the spots in which the darts connected.
The longer they drug this fight on, the more likely they were to keep getting hit...The more they got hit, the more pain they would feel....."I would suggest you two boys get a move on....These things are set on a timer, they are slow now....here in about ten minutes, you will be lucky to be able to dodge them at all." A small chuckle as she leaned back against the wall. A few more darts shooting out with no real pattern to speak of...at least not yet. This time, three darts fired....One hitting Michael in the chest, the other in Pat's side...the third missing and bouncing off the opposite wall to fall to the ground.
OOC: I will be posting from now on each round, due to the nature of this obstacle. Just so you know....you each post, then wait for me.....etc etc.
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Post by Legion on May 8, 2012 10:43:25 GMT -6
OOC: i guess i should get going ;D
The kid that Patrick was supposed to fight looked severely out of his element. Patrick stared him down, eyeing him carefully, trying to decide if that was all an act or legit. Head games were just as much a part of fighting as the actual fist fighting part and Patrick wanted to make sure he didn't get caught up in the kid's web on the chance that the kid was trying to lull him into a false sense of security. No, Patrick's stare would say that he would take this with the utmost seriousness. Sure that didn't mean he wouldn't have his fun, he loved fighting, he wasn't about to let his guard down though.
Before he could get started though Patrick felt a prick in his neck, somewhat similar to a bee sting. His hand slapped up to feel a, dart? pulling it out and looking at it in his hand. No sooner then he had seen the dark he felt a burning in his neck, where he had been stuck. His hand held his neck as Kevala explained the situation before another dart hit Patrick in his side, burning following. He would pull the dart out of his right side as he started off in a run towards Micheal. The burning hurt like a bitch but it wasn't currently effecting his ability to move, though it did create a sense of urgency in the irishman.
When Patrick got a few steps from Michael he would leap up from his right leg. Lifting the knee up as he pulled his arms down slightly to remain able to at least attempt to block whatever the kid might throw towards him while giving himself a little more momentum as he tried to plant his right knee into the chin of the kid in a flying knee. His right foot was pointed down towards the floor as he flew up, to give the kid as few handles as possible.
As he was coming down, provided the kid was still in the way Patrick would bring his right hand down, the dart still in his hand, the needle on the opposite side of his thumb in a manner reminiscent of a reverse knife grip, attempting to prick the kid in the left pectoral region, but anywhere was fine really, the arm would work if the kid brought his hand up to block. Being a dart and all Patrick wouldn't be able to do a massive amount of damage quickly with the dart but that really wasn't his intention right now. Patrick just wanted to know if the drug was still in the darts, could be a useful tidbit of information as this scene progressed, being unfazed by to prospect of using a weapon he was so graciously "given"...
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Post by Michael Cypren on May 8, 2012 14:27:41 GMT -6
*Fizz-Pft*
At first the tingling wouldn't be noticed, his attention still locked on his opponent but more importantly the gaping cold that ran up his spine making Michael's sensations a bit dull but then the stinging came in rolling up his calf. Awww fuck that hurt. He'd flinch back and away trying to dance about and evade whatever presence was attacking him, the second landing square in his chest setting him more so in a defensive retreat away from Pat. He didn't even realize at this point that Pat was making a charge in his direciton as Michael was too aware of the darts flying in his direction.
Like a chicken with his head cut off Michael, ignoring the rules to a fight club, would instead bolt in the opposite direction of Pat trying to make an avid escape. However as Pat would attempt his maneuver Michael wouldn't be holding still or putting up a fight to make the attack make contact on him, while Pat was indeed stronger, faster, and certainly more tactful with his attacks one couldn't simply catch a flailing chicken with conventional fighting methods.
Making a wavering line, trying to strafe whilst running in circles Michael would continue his maneuvers in attempting to dodge the darts whilst mostly ignoring Pat.
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Post by Kevala Katashi on May 8, 2012 18:07:01 GMT -6
Kevala stood there, a little grin on her lips as she listened to the slightest sounds of the mechanisms within the wall beginning to tick down once more. Another series of darts released, this time just like the first, no real pattern to which way they flew. Three coming from the right wall, one landing in Michael's cheek, the other in his ass, the third one nailing Pat in the bicep.
Then another set released, this time from the left wall. A series of four, Michael narrowly dodging darts one and two, while three barely managed to miss nailing Pat in the temple, and four grazed the tip of his nose, cutting the flesh just barely, but not sticking as it whizzed past.
It was then, that there would be a distinct clicking sound within the walls. One that Kevala would count off in her head.
One, two, three..
Five darts fired from the right lower quadrant.....
One, two, three...
Three darts fired from the left middle quadrant....
One, two, three...
Eight darts, four from the left upper quadrant, four from the right.....
If the boys listened, or if they paid enough attention, the might be able to hear the distinct, yet very faint clicking that was taking place within the wall. It was enough to give them a chance to time the shots that were being fired, though how many and from what section was anyone's guess at this point.
OOC: I have let loose a total of 16 darts that you are free to dodge if you are capable of logically doing so. From this point on, the dice roll will determine how many shots are fired, from which section of the wall. Hit or miss is up to you guys, though do keep in mind that this is a closed room, and that currently Kevala is in the only "safe" zone. Therefore the likelihood of being completely unharmed by ALL the darts is extremely low. Try and have fun with it.
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Post by Michael Cypren on May 12, 2012 13:58:38 GMT -6
"Ouch!"
The one dart catching the boy in the cheek would force him to hesitate, faltering a momentary step and staggering a tad before a second caught him in the rear. "YIP!"
As it struck him there was an adrenal response to speed forcing his body upright into a running, flailing mess in evasion to be the wind and try dodging the rest still negligent to Pat. HE'd dodge a few more with his amazing dodging skill running into the left middle quadrant catching another in the ass giving him the boost to avoid the other two narrowly sweeping past his jawling with zips of their own.
Michael was unawares of the clicking as his attention seemed solely focused on dodging and evading. As for positioning, the boy was slowly making his way towards Kev's safe box.... yup.
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Post by Legion on May 12, 2012 15:19:34 GMT -6
Patrick got hit in the bicep by a dart as this little game continued. Burning in his right arm, he shook the dart out watching the kid, beginning to come to the conclusion that this being an unwilling opponent thing was not an act. Now that was certainly annoying in it's own right, but rather then get frustrated Patrick just had to move forward as nothing would come out of frustration. Patrick pulled his head back at the four darts as they grazed his nose, drawing blood and a little burning but not the full effect as they didn't completely stick him.
As the kid started running Patrick realized that catching him would be rather difficult while trying to dodge the damn darts. Sure he was faster then the kid, but not significantly so, and these darts would slow him down immensely. So He chased after the kid, seeing that he was heading to Kevala's safe spot. His intention was to cut the kid off. That allowed him to stay out of the way of the darts that had pegged the kid in the ass at least.
By now Patrick was getting it, it sounded like there were 3 clicks before a random? amount of darts from a random? spot? Anyways Patrick chased after the kid, rolling over his left shoulder to get below the darts that had just been sent his way. Rolling to his feet he kept moving to try to catch up and cut the kid off...
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Post by Kevala Katashi on May 16, 2012 23:01:51 GMT -6
She gave a light chuckle, finding the whole thing rather amusing. Another series of darts shot off, this time four from the top left quadrant, three from the lower right quadrant, and six from the middle right quadrant. A total of thirteen darts shot off this time, all aimed to hit these boys if they didn't move fast.
Though when the scrawny one started coming toward where she was, her brow would arch slightly, a little grin curling on her lips as she shook her head, waiting until he drew close and then slamming her right fist into his jaw in order to knock him back.
What? Never said she couldn't lay hands on them, and trying to cheat in her game was a big no no. "Focus more on your opponent rather than trying to save your own sorry ass." She gave a firm nod and would look at the clock.
"Times winding down boys....make it count." A tap to her wrist, a watch embedded into the right cuff that she wore. More than ready for this to be over, since the next round was going to be oh so much fun.
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Post by Michael Cypren on May 17, 2012 13:28:42 GMT -6
*KER-POW*
Straight to the face, if he'd have known Kevala was getting involved in the fight physically he may not have run towards her for protection. It was mean and an unfortunate consequence of living with the belief that teachers were there to help you.
Q_Q
Michael would have been leveled by the punch falling backwards on his ass and in clear range of Patrick at this point however taking a salvo of four darts to the back first. As if the punch wasn't enough it was adding insult to injury. |
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Post by Kevala Katashi on May 17, 2012 20:17:21 GMT -6
She would glance up at the clock and her hand would come up to slam down upon the shiny black button at the top of the control panel, the darts ceasing to fire as she would look over the two and just shake her head. "Match is over. Patrick is clearly the winner here. Michael, next time I suggest a bit more.....effort."
She would then just sigh and shake her head, turning to look at Pat and glancing at the clock once more. "You have exactly one hour before the next match begins, take the time to recover, if that is even needed...." A glance at Michael and as she sighed. "You, if you can, pick yourself up and go to the infirmary. You are excused from the remainder of your classes today." More than she was giving her own daughter, but then this one didn't exactly look like he could take much more of anything.
As she turned to make her way into the back, she would pause and look over her shoulder at Pat. "Next lesson is balance...be ready." Might as well give them a little heads up. Shouldn't she?
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OOC: Class 1: Round 1 is over. Winner....Patrick O'Connor. Next round will begin tonight or tomorrow, though IC time it will be exactly one hour from this fight. Any injuries will be carried over to the next fight, it is a MUST.....Due to the fact that there are only 3 combatants moving on to the next round, one will be paired against Kevala....random dice roll as before.
+2 Patrick O'Connor
+2 Michael Cypren
Kevala receives no reward this round.
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