« 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: Steel Jungle (Read 282 times) riley Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Steel Jungle « Aug 22, 2009 18:34:52 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top It was the third day of Riley's week at his new school. In the past Riley had been to two other schools. He was a bit of a tough cookie when it came to students that liked to pick fights. He enjoyed fighting, he liked pushing himself and other people past their normal limits, and normally he'd have to deal with one or two other people that felt the same way at each school he went to. So that was what he was prepared for when he began attending Fermont. He had planned to take down the first person who picked a fight with him, make it public and then never be messed with again, he'd just do his time here, make a few friends, then leave happy as can be. What he hadn't anticipated: his school was made up of nothing but bad asses. Everyone fought, everyone knew how to fight, and most people seemed to enjoy it just like he did, if not more. This was not what he'd expected, but somehow he found that he wasn't totally put off by the idea of a school full of fighters. Somehow it interested him, made him want to improve. He'd seen more than fights in the past two days that he could've in the entire year, it was really quite crazy. It was 8:23, he wore a red sleeveless teeshirt and jogging pants with his hands taped up as always and a bandied across his cheek bone from where he'd been kicked on his first day. He'd won that fight. He was walking along the streets of his new city. He liked cities, they had a lot of interesting things to jump over and explore, they also had the greatest places to fight in. Riley didn't like fighting on a wrestling mat, or any padded floor, the best place to fight was in the dirt, on the concrete, or on a regular floor, none of the 'padded for your safety' crap. Nothing was quite as good as stone cold metal, remorseless concrete, or putting your enemy face first in the dirt, that was how real fighters fought, a real fighter didn't give a damn about how he was fought, be it dirty or clean, a real fighter shouldn't need to care. In the middle of his internal ranting, Riley looked around and noticed he had no idea where he was. He was lost in the city. He looked around, there where almost no cars, and there weren't any sign posts. The buildings looked old and empty, there was a pharmacy across the street that looked like it was robbed often, an apartment complex that looked like it had just survived a fire, a few figures in the distance drifting around like phantoms, and many old fire escapes and railings. He glanced at his phone's watch. 10:00 "What the hell?!" Where did an hour and a half go!? Had he really been wandering for that long? He began to walk forward and took a turn at what he thought was a street, only to find it was a large alley way, it seemed to split into three paths, one lead to a brick wall, which was an odd thing to see down such an industrial part of town's alley way, one led to a dark street that looked rather uninviting, and one led down a lighter, easier looking path. He took another look around, a fire escape was above him, it looked like it hadn't been used in years, to his left was the darker path with a very large dumpster and several trash cans. In front of him was the oddly placed brick wall with another dumpster and several drums of who knows what. To his left was the brighter path, surprisingly it was lacking a dumpster. He took a step towards the brighter path and several figures ran past it's opening, yelling and making racket, a few held bottles, one held a bat, and he might've seen a pole or two. Definitely lost. Back to Top   santiago Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Steel Jungle « Aug 28, 2009 22:40:14 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top *Ssssssshhhhhhhhh, Ssssshhhh, Sssshhhh* The spray paint can sounded as it sprayed the brick wall he had managed to find, Santiago had been wandering for a couple of hours, bored and booted looking for a good spot to tag up on, it was night time and a perfect time to go bombing, his finger had the itch to do some damage and with his stealth he could do it easily and not get caught. Looking around as he heard a can knocked over, he heard a MEOW and saw it was a stray cat who had knocked it over. Watching it walk away he turned his attention back to the wall, he carried with him three different color paint cans, the basic black, red and a metallic silver. He had finished the black doing the black can doing the initial letters and filling them in, now he was spraying the red doing the outline of the word, trying to keep his hand steady. His can control was precise and he managed to outline his tag exquisitely, thankfully the wall was a pale gray color instead of the reddish brick, so his colors would come out more, but the silver might not so much, though he didn't sweat it. touching up the outline he moved over a bit from the initial tag and wrote 'WUZZ HERE' in bold red lettering, shaking the can to make sure it was done, he placed it on the floor and reach for the silver can. Moving back to his tag he began to spray another outline over his first one, this layer was called 'the force field' outline, which made the inside colors pop out a lot more, making sure the layer was nice and thick, he followed the red outline he had made. Being about half way done, he heard another sound, this time it was the sound of foot steps, he paused a moment and knelled down, moving the can behind the dumpster he positioned himself behind it and peeked his head out through the side. He saw a young man with a sleeveless red tee and jogging pants coem by, (Hope he's not a D-Tec, other wise I'm gonna have to pray he doesn't notice me, or i might have to just make a fast move, past him when he's distracted.) Watching him closely, he saw him take a few steps toward the well lit pathway, when he was immediately greeted by a crew of hoods, who were waiting for some pray to come by. Santiago hadn't noticed them, which was strange because he usually noticed silhouettes or shadows of people, (I guess they were really well hidden, waiting to rob someone I assume...Fuckin punks.) Unfortunately he hadn't been carrying his gun tonight, other wise he would've bucked a couple of shots to scare them off, he did have his cans though, so made a move. Setting his silver can down on the floor he grabbed the empty two and moved from behind the dumpster. Seeing the group of hoods closing in on the young man, Santiago acted quickly and throw a can directly at one of them who was holding a bottle, approaching the young man he said.... "You punk ass bitch niggaz, What kind of gangsta's are you, can't handle one guy on your own...Pussies." Looking at the young man he said,,, "Names Santiago. Thought you might need some help." Back to Top   riley Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Steel Jungle « Aug 29, 2009 7:58:20 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Riley got a little lower and stepped back against the wall, he had no problem fighting them, especialy seeing as they where armed, he was best against armed opponents, however they did quite outnumber him, and his instinct told him to let them glide on past. The group was passing by, apparently not noticing him, it seemed like he might actualy be able to leave without a fighting. Suddenly one with a bottle turned and looked directly at him. Riley showed a quick expression of shock when he was discovered, then got into stance, this was probobly going to get nasty. He stood in a sort of boxing stance (though he didn't box), and got ready for the hood with the bottle to come after him. Out of nowhere a spray can came flying by and tagged the bottle weilding gangster in the face. He dropped with blood streaming out of the bridge of his nose. Riley turned and looked over at a man who introduced himself as Santiago. When he introduced himself Riley tried to listen to his instinct on how he felt about this one, his instinct seemed silent, but his reasoning said that he was good news, he did just help him out afterall. However, Riley didn't totaly trust his reasoning skills. "I'm Riley, you can call me Tapes, and I appreciate the help." No time for anything except that very brief introduction. now he had to move into the fight. The one who was struck with the paint can was still clutching his face, bringing himself to his feet as he rallied the others along side him. Riley did a quick headcount as they began to slowly approach, sihlouetted by the light behind them. There where 7 or 8 of them as far as he could tell, there was one who didn't seem to have a weapon, but all the others had something, be it a chain, or a pole, or a bat. The one without weapons was larger than the rest of them, he seemed a good bit older too, he was probobly their leader, and he was now Riley's target. Riley took a few steps back, the large one quickened his pace, and as he drew closer Riley noticed that he was actualy wearing brass knuckles. Riley didn't like weapons, and he thought many where quite useless, but brass knuckles... those hurt. Riley kicked into gear, he jumped up and grabbed the ladder to the fire escape now directly above him, using some gymnasitc skill he began to swing back and fourth then launched himself foward, bringing his feet up high, he landed on the big guy, wrapping his legs around the back of his head, and basicaly sitting in the air, using the big guy's shoulders to support him from underneath. He began throwing punches at his opponent's face like crazy, he got about five punches in before his enemy tipped backwards and fell on the ground, already bleeding from his eye and nose. Once on the ground Riley had to move quickly. He threw two more solid punches into his enemy's face, then jumped off of him just as a pole came crashing down, narrowling missing him. Riley was on his feet, keeping a quick bounce in his step. That was his favorite move, but it was realy made for finishing tactics, it was good for pyching out the enemy and taking out heavy weight opponents. Riley was now faced with the one who had swung the pole at him, he began dodging slashes left and right, no challenges yet, he was hoping that this Santiago cat was a good fighter, because he'd probobly have a few people to deal with too. There where now 6 fighting them, the one who was struck with the paint can was dragging the leader away from the fight. Back to Top   santiago Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Steel Jungle « Aug 31, 2009 0:44:09 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top With no time to waste Santiago began doing his part, as Riley jumped tot he stairs Santiago charged one of the gang members who had a bat, out of the few others one had a short pipe and the other two a chain and hammer. The one Santiago was charging at the moment was looking directly at him, as he closed in the guy swung the bat directly at his head, ducking quickly he evaded the strike, just as his opponent was bringing back his arms Santiago shot up quickly. and using his kinetic energy he fired a powerful right uppercut square into his opponents chin, going right between his enemy's outstretched arms, when the hit landed the guy lost all power in his legs and dropped motionless on the ground. Looking at the one with the small pipe, he stood about three inches taller then him, he was already two feet away from him, seeing him swing the pipe, Santiago put his both arms up in the peek-a-boo boxing stance and braced his head as the pipe landed against his left hand. Quickly Santiago reached out his left hand and grabbed a hold of the guy's arm and pulled him into himself, then swing two fast and powerful jabs, his opponents nose started gushing blood. Looking beyond his shoulder Santiago noticed that his friend with the chain had moved, suddenly he felt something heavy lash the top of his head, making him let go of the pipe-wielders arm. Looking behind him he saw the guy with the chain spinning it around and yelling... "C'mon Pussy" Immediately Santiago charged him, pushing off with his right leg and lifting his left he closed the gap quickly, seeing this one using the chain wrap it around his left hand and assumed a peek-a-boo stance like Santiago, Fuck, he knows how to box, gotta make this very fast, otherwise pipe head is gonna knock me out. he's southpaw to so I gotta be on guard". The moment he closed the gap, his opponent shot a fast left jab at Santiago, which he managed to evaded easily, dipping under his arm he bobbed his head back up, taking advantage of the opening Santiago fired a fast right jab into his enemies face, making his head jerk back. as he seemed to be a bit disoriented Santiago shifted his body to the right quickly and the moment he planted his right foot, he pushed with his entire body with out lifting his foot, he fired a powerful and fast right hook to his opponents ribs, hearing a crack his opponent screamed loudly and dropped to the floor. Looking behind him again he saw the pipe wielder still holding his bloody nose, he had regain his composure though and was already close enough to hit Santiago, so with skill Santiago pushed off with both legs to his right side just before his other opponent brought his arm back to swing. Seeing this his opponent froze his swing, Santiago turned his body with the distance he created and charged the pipe wielder, as he approached him the pipe guy brought his arm back again and swung at his head, Santiago dipped his upper body down and weaved under his swinging arm, so when he was still swinging Santiago came up and popped him with a powerful left cross to the jaw, as he felt the impact of the punch he pulled his arm back and manged to hit Santiago in the ribs. Pulling back Santiago charged him again, closing the foot of distance he created, he grabbed the guy's arm just as he was about to swing again and shot a fast right jab at his nose, braking it fully. As his opponent cluctched his nose Santiago wasted no time and fired a powerful left straight at his opponents temple knocking him flat. Looking at the one who's ribs he broke Santiago saw he was down and out as was the one he nailed in the chin, so looking at 'Tapes' he saw that he had disposed of the leader and two thugs, leaving one more. Santiago yelled... "Yo let me know if you need help homie, I'm finished with my three." Back to Top   riley Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Steel Jungle « Aug 31, 2009 19:07:03 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top One left. Santiago deffinetly knew what he was doing, he put his three down pretty easily. However this one with the pipe might prove to be a problem. He didn't seem to know much about battle, maybe the very basics of fighting, but he was crazed, and using rage to swing his pole around very fast and hard, every stroke narrowly missed Riley, although he didn't want it to miss him too much, he wanted his enemy to stay pissed, it left him open a lot. Every now and then Riley threw in a punch and knocked back his opponent, playing with him in a way, he figured that if he was going to fight, he might as well get some practice out of it. He hopped in, smacked him, then hopped back out whenever he saw a good opening, but he wasn't installing any realy damage, just pissing off his enemy more and more. Riley was bobbing up and down and hopping from foot to foot quickly, dodging every strike that came at him, moving until he became a disorganized blur, his fatigued opponent not quite sure where to look to strike. And then suddenly Riley stopped. He hopped back, and lifted his foot up high in a kick that narrowly missed his opponent's nose, the pole bearer, thinking that Riley had missed on accident, took the opening to advance, he was cocking back a swing just as Riley brought down his foot powerfully, smashing his enemy in the nose, breaking it. He'd used his flexability to bring his foot up very high, then bring it down fast, breaking the nose and stunning his enemy. He used his moment of disorientation to jump in and throw five quick jabs into his face, then smashed both fists at once over his ears, his enemy dropped to his knees, his mouth agape, he'd been stunned by two powerful strikes in a very short amount of time. Now on his knees, Riley grabbed the back of his head, and smashed it against his knee hard, blood fell from his nose and mouth, then he fell face first onto the ground. Riley stepped back and exhaled deeply with a small smile of satisfaction. His moves where a bit flashy, but it was those kinds of moves that made it so that fast fighters like riley could harm heavy fighters such as the unfortunate poll user. Not to mention they looked good. Riley took a quick look around at his surroundings with a grin. His oppoenents where layed out on the ground, some slowly crawling away, others just getting up and limping off, Riley let the small gang leave. His expression was a victorious look. Not a bad job.He noticed a few splotches of blood on his taped up fists from the leader's nose. His grin widened as he looked over at Santiago. "Not bad at all! Thanks again for your help." Riley probobly could've handled the gang alone, but not quite as easily. Infact he'd probobly have suffered some bad damage. Poles and bottles and chains weren't easy to fight when they where in large numbers. He held out his fist with a 'pound it' look on his face. He was very pleased. Back to Top   santiago Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Steel Jungle « Sept 3, 2009 12:34:48 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Immediately recognizing the gesture he made with his fist, Santiago gave him and pound and smiled at him, looking around in a bit of paranoia, making sure there weren't anymore gang members around, he looked back at Riley and said... "No problem homie, I wanted to have some fun as well, so it worked out. So what you gonna do now, I was just finishing up some graffiti, would you like to join me?" Santiago didn't really wait for him to answer because he wanted to finish up the tag he was doing. Walking back to his half-empty can of silver paint, he picked it back up and resumed his work, starting from the bottom of his piece he laid the force-field down, moving his hand slowly and intricately, making sure he didn't go over the red outline he did previously. Going up with the rest of the tag he finished it off by connecting the silver outline, taking a few steps back he let out a sigh of relief and thought, (Awesome, I finished it perfectly. Now I can chill.) Looking over at Riley, Santiago grinned and said..."Think fast Tapes." Immediately he launched the empty spray can at him, seeing him catch it quickly Santiago added..."Mind throwing it in that dumpster for me. I appreciate it." Walking over to the side of the dumpster he was hiding behind before the fight, he picked up his empty can of red paint and tossed it in the dumpster as Riley did the same. Walking back to the wall, he ran his finger over the black letters and saw they were still wet, (Guess I just have to let the wind dry it out. Time to go.) Walking back to Riley he said... "Yo Tapes, wanna break out and go somewhere to chill out?" Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first