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They Call Me Sonic! (Open)
« Sept 17, 2009 13:18:03 GMT -6 » 		Quote
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    The three men of the football team groaned as they emptied there pockets, which at first were full of money but now they were only full of air. Taku didn't know how much money they had bet but it was a nice chuck. He guessed four-hundred or so total was among the dough that had been bet, which was a lot for just a sprinting match.'

    He knew the guy who had beat the three wasn't in it for money, but getting extra dough was always a good thing in this world today. No, this guy had been at it for three days, betting the various sports players of Chula Vista in a sprinting contest, beating them all. Various basketball, football and even a few baseball players were among the people that had lost money to them.

    If Taku had to guess, the mystery man winning on the matches was probably from a competing sport of Chula Vista trying to make the other sports people look bad by comparison. Most likely a soccer player by the looks of him. That's the only major sport here that the guy hadn't bothered betting from, unless he was someone from a really unpopular sport around here.

    Either way, Taku knew a couple of things. One, if he was trying to humiliate the other sports of Chula Vista, Taku didn't think he was doing a good job of it. Two, there had to be something going on. This was too much money for humiliation. Last of all Three. Taku was faster than this guy and he had seen this go on long enough. The man's ego seem big enough for Taku to do what he wanted to do.

    Kicking off the nearby tree he headed over to the group of people watching and as the three who had lost were about to leave, he tapped one of them on the shoulder and motioned for them to wait, addressing the winner of it all.

    "Got time for one more match. I don't think you'll be disappointed."

    "Hardly worth my time."

    Taku held up all ten of his fingers. One for each hundred.

    "One thousand for a match. With all that you've won here I'm sure you've got the money."

    "How do you prove you have the money?"

    Taku took his wallet out, showing him that it was stuffed with money and a one-hundred dollar bill was sticking out. The others couldn't be seen but it was a common technique to show those who weren't very perceptive, The man would think the other bills were the same as well. In truth they were just ones, but if the guy had brought that up, Taku already had another way to prove that he had the money. And he did. He had money saved up for college for a couple of years now. It would be a dent if he lost the money, be Taku knew he wasn't going to lose.

    The man took one last look before nodding.

    "Alright, let's do this."

    Taku nodded and brushed his hand across the ground they would be running across. Taku was indeed faster, but the plan would go to shit if he tripped along the way and he wanted to make sure that didn't happen and no surprises were in store for him.

    Taku got into position, taking a simple racing stance with him leaning forward slightly and his right leg just behind his left. Even though it was sprinting, it was not a sprinter's stance. Such a stance Taku hadn't done and it would most likely hinder him then help. It was true for the other guy as well, who took up a similar, yet more refined stance. He certainly looked like a professional in a sport, but Sprinting wasn't among them.

    The signal was given and the race was on. Almost immediately Taku's speed showed and if you would've asked the onlookers they would have said he took off like a rocket.

    Just like that, the race was over. The man had kept up with Taku, but it was hardly an effort that Taku had to exert. Taku could tell the guy wasn't happy and Taku expected to be attacked, which is what he wanted. However, the money passed hands almost silently and Taku turned to give the money back to the players, which is why he told them to wait. As soon as he did turn, a punch landed square on the back of his head and Taku fell forward, a bit rattled.

    "Cheap bastard. Well, it's not like I shouldn't have expected it."

    Even though he was rattled, Taku moved into a roll and got up incase he was about to get stomped into the ground American History X style. He was quickly back on his feet, staring down his attacker with a smile, bidding him to come if he wanted to do more to Taku then simply get in a cheap shot.

    "Come on. You'll find that'll be the only blow that you'll be able to land."[/ul][/color][/font]

    [OOC: Stopping here to let others react.]

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    « Sept 17, 2009 13:48:09 GMT -6 »     		Quote
    (Hope you don't mind me assuming the time.)

    Sitting across the field on a classic, expensive looking stone bench, Richard brought his sandwich up to his mouth before hungrily ripping into the pepperoni on rye. Hickory barbecue sauce dripped from the corner of his lips as he devoured his prey. Looking up he inspected his new surroundings, looking for any form of threat to distract him from his sustenance. It was at this time that he caught the group of four sprinting across the grass, proving to members of a different herd who was superior.

    One of them blatantly stood out from the rest, and as a result collected his winnings: A new suitor for the night? A feast? No, just money. What an odd thing to do - run for money. To the freshmen it made sense to run if you wanted to escape, or divert attention, but to prove who could run faster was a way of dominance? Perhaps the stories he heard about the corporeal punishment system was a lie.

    He could only assume so until his questions where answered. Finished the last bite of his sandwich and washing it down with the small 250ml bottle of AJ he got up and started to walk across the field. He took this time, almost as though stalking prey, only instead of food he was looking to gather intelligence, and so a different approach was needed, one more friendly. They say High Schools when you reinvent yourself, so why not act out of his norm. When he got roughly half way to his destination he noticed them set up for another race. What an odd, particular bunch this was compared to his home, but it was true that they seemed more sports orientated.

    As he came up towards the three observers he noticed that the winner of the race was the newest of the bunch, and rather then congratulate the winner, or show respect for his accomplishment he was sucker punched in the back of the head. What an odd thing to do, something that must have been associated with the monster known as greed, and it's mistress named 'Currency'. Oh, what a cruel mistress she was indeed. Stepping up beside the ball players he stood proper in his school uniform, buttoned up as it should be as he watched the two take a fighting stance.

    'Fight's break out so easily.' He thought to himself. 'And it doesn't look like anyone cares. Like it's an every day occurrence... Totally weird.'

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