« Prev 1 Next » Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first Author Topic: Who's school? (Fightmaster) (Read 261 times) mil Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Who's school? (Fightmaster) « Jun 12, 2009 2:49:58 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Once again on one of his ventures into the campus of the military students, the John C. Fremont Freshman would move around rather carelessly into the academy of military goodness. Once agains topping to laugh at the ROTC pickle suits and the other funny facts of the seperate service ROTC program uniforms. Esspecially the navy. Having their names sown on the right butt cheek is just too much to leave alone. He also wondered where the PG's where, or maybe even a hint or sign of some sort of NCOIC. Hell he'd settle with OIC. But they may not want to leave the classrooms or the training area's to take care of some punk from Fremont. So he'd have to do some trashing. Taking off his jacket he'd walk up behind someone wrap the jacket around their face, kick them in the back of the knee's, but his own knee into their back, and lift them backwards into the knee, over and to the ground to cause extreme pain. Military usually has alot of endurance so he figured the guy would be able to take it and be ready for more so he grabbed the trash can out of the concrete protector that was on most military instilations (Strange? Maybe) and start bashing it into the kid trash flying everywhere. Once he was satisfied he would throw the trash can off to the side into the middle of the walk way. Seemed attacking on of their own got them alittle irritated as they may have wanted to incircle him. "Now now, lets talk this through like gentleman." And with that Souji would run and jump into the building through a window, glass shattering, cutting the exposed flesh in his arms. Rolling he'd take off in a run so as not to be followed by the military kids or found in the classroom resting. He'd rather walk into the hallway and find a bathroom to clean the cuts in. "Damn that was close. They almost caught me. Hahahaha, losers." Back to Top   z Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Who's school? (Fightmaster) « Jun 13, 2009 1:57:05 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Unfortunately for Souji, he misjudged the Knox Academy on two major details: First, that the students would quit chasing him after he took off at a sprint, and two, that he would be able to get away with causing a ruckus like this and NOT attract the attention of a superior officer. While a lot of Knox students were slackers, this was true, there were a couple who were real troopers. Add those two who went right through the window after him to the few who left the classrooms nearby to see what the ruckus was about, and it wasn't long before they traced Souji back to the bathroom where he was currently stationed. While a group of about four ROTC students were outside the bathroom, one a bit further away had the idea to run and alert the Fightmaster. Within moments, Max Fightmaster had arrived on the scene, bearing three MP-trainees, all Seniors, armed with extendable batons in tow. Fightmaster, of course, was unarmed, he didn't feel he need a weapon, especially not when he could appropriate an extendable from one of the trainees if need be. Using silent hand signals, Fightmaster signed to one of the students to give him the location of the intruder, and the cadet, not fully studied up on Marine hand signals, simply pointed at the bathroom. Fightmaster nodded his understand, and silently shooed the regular students away. He gave the signals, which the MP trainees understood, to stack up on the doorway, two to the left, one to the right. Fightmaster, in the meantime, stood directly in front of it. The bathroom doors in most facilities swing inward towards the bathroom, and Knox's were no exception. The three soldiers in training would be ready, and with luck, Souji would not. Fightmaster would just wait, getting ready to confront the boy when he finally left the bathroom. Back to Top   mil Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Who's school? (Fightmaster) « Jun 13, 2009 9:06:29 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Souji was washing the cuts from his arms and seething a bit as one was a little deep. He descided he would have to bind them, so he took off his shirt and ripped it to wrap around his forearms. He left his jacket outside so he'd have to go shirtless until he got back to his leather jacket. He was pretty sure the scene of the crime would be abandoned in the search for him, so it may have been particulerly safe for him to get moving. Using his arms to test them he noted one was bleeding alittle more than the other, so he removed his belt which was doing nothing anyways since his jeans fit perfeclty, and wrapped the cloth on the arm with the belt. His left arm that is, it helped and so he would head for the door. His plan was to peek out and then make a break for the nearest class room to spend as little time in the hall as possible, and hopefully not end up in a classroom full of students, that would deffinitly suck. The last thign he expected was to see a big dude on the other side of the door as he swung it open. "Shit." Back to Top   z Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Who's school? (Fightmaster) « Jun 13, 2009 19:56:40 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Don't think you belong around here," Fightmaster would say, eyeing the boy coolly behind his sunglasses. The MP's would retain their position, still out of sight of the likely Fremont student. Max Fightmaster would crack his knuckles by squeezing first his left fist in his right palm, then his right fist in his left palm. With that finished, his left hand would flick its fingers toward his face, the usual 'bring it on' sign, although this time it was merely suggesting to the student that he should leave the bathroom. "We can make this simple, or we can make this difficult. I'll bet you're a smart enough kid to realize how to pull off either. So just get out of the bathroom and we can take care of this mess." The MP trainees knew the signal, and they knew what to do. All that was left was to see if Souji would take the bait and attempt to leave quietly. Back to Top   mil Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Who's school? (Fightmaster) « Jun 16, 2009 4:20:44 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Souji was deffinitly in a bad place. Military latrines usually have a very small window near the top of the far wall inside even if it has a window. No way Souji would get out that way, drawing the man inside may give him a better chance if he could get around the guy, even in a drawn out slobber knocker. He was sure he could take a good few hits, but this guy was probably well into his carreer and on his way through the military training he would have a high stamina. ~Why does he want me to exit?~ Souji inherited a few things from his dad, and one of them was he could sense a trap. But he couldnt hear anyone else, and maybe it was just the way the guy stood but he was likely a stand alone soldier. Souji was now confused with a descision. Maybe this guy would draw him to a punishment somehow. But taking him on through the doorway would be stupid. Well he only knew of one thing to do. "Lets take the easy road." He may have been able to sense it, but there was nothing he could do about it except react when it happened. He never was too smart. Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first