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Raven Blackheart (B.T. in disguise)
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Date Posted: 19:16:52 04/28/02 Sun
OOC: I copied straight from the rp. it is a group rpg
IC:
Man: Watch it, punks...
::Spizer and Ken skillfully dodged the pedestrians along the sidewalks of Manhattan. Spizer slowly lit his ciggarette as he walked, Ken tossing his into a gutter::
Ken: you know, the people have gotten a Lot nicer since we were young-uns, haven't they Spizer?
Spizer: Oh yes...before, we would have to fight just to get a hot dog...
Belinda walked behind them, keeping her comments to herself.
Ken:...We still do...Spizer...
::Spizer blew the smoke slowly out of his mouth as he walked::
Spizer: I know...
::Ken softly chuckled, looking back at Belinda::
Ken: what're you doing back there?
Ken: C'mon! Walk with us, for christs sake...take in the smell of New York!
Spizer: That's the bum, Ken...
Ken: Shut up! I was about to get her!
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I prefer to walk behind you and not block traffic coming from the other direction on the sidewalk. I prefer not to be run over by pedestrians."
Ken: These people won't run you over! They have manners nowadays!
Ken: Watch...
She sighed and shook her head, rubbing her temples with her index fingers.
Ken suddenly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Spizer kept on walking. The numerous people bumped into Ken, almost knocking him over. He turned to Bel, grabbing her by the waist)
Ken: Observe...
She struggled. "Let me go! Hey! Get your meat-hooks off me, buddy!"
::he then gently picked her up and moved her into the middle of the sidewalk. The pedestrians suddenly changed their course of direction, moving so not to run into the woman::
She continued to struggle. "Let me go! I'm gonna clobber ya!"
::Ken chuckled softly, watching Spizer walk into a building. The sign on the side of it read "USD (Universal Studio of Defense)-Mantis style and Drunken Boxing Unit." Ken smiled lightly, grabbing Bel by the hand::
Ken: Now we get to see the real Spizer O'Riley
"Ken! Let me go!" She yanked her hand free of his. "Sometimes you're a putz. Wish Spizer had warned me sooner about you."
Ken: Yeah, same here...
TenshiNoTochi: She dusted herself off and followed Spizer inside. "Your friend here is a putz."
::Ken slowly stepped through the door, stepping into a quiet dojo. Paintings of a serene mountain village hung all across the east wall. Spizer didn't reply to Bel's comments, instead taking off his shoes as he observed the lesson being taught in the back. Ken also took off his shoes, standing beside Spizer::
::Ken slowly looked at Bel, a slightly angered look on his face::
She sighed, walked back outside and leaned against the window outside.
Ken: Take off your shoe's for god sakes!
::he then slowly shook his head as Spizer continued watching the lesson::
She seriously considered wandering off. -why do I put up with this? I'd be better off on my own....- She rubbed her temples again.
::Ken slowly leaned towards Spizer, whispering::
Ken: Want me to go get her?
::Spizer softly shrugged::
Spizer: If she wants to see this, she can...
Her hands were clenched into fists, a slight look of anger and frustration marked her face, her brow furrowed.
::Ken nodded. Spizer slowly started walking towards the class, his feet making very little noise on the flattened bamboo floor. Ken slowly followed, crossing his arms. The students looked slowly at the two, their stances getting into that of defensive. The teacher slowly looked over at Spizer::
Teacher: S...Spizer?....Ken?.....The O'Riley brothers?
She found a place to sit outside and sat down.
She muttered to herself in japanese.
::Spizer smiled softly towards the old man::
Spizer: Master Fei...good to see you again...
::The old man slowly stood up and walked towards Spizer and Ken, hugging both of them. They all laughed slightly, this obviously being the first time they've seen each other in awhile. The old man was balding, as most men his age do, and had a long white beard...::
She watched through the window, having nothing better to do.
::his shirt is black with white trim, a picture of a Chinese woman painted on the chest. His black sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing taped hands. He wears red pants and black slip-on shoes. He looked like something out of a Kung-Fu movie. Ken slowly turned towards the window, waving Bel in::
::the teacher slowly turned to the class, his right arm around Spizer's shoulders, his left arm dragging Ken along, who was still trying to wave Bel in. Ken shook his head and turned to the class as the teacher put his left arm around his shoulders::
Bel shook her head in response to Ken, a frown on her face.
Master Fei: Students...these two...raggedy looking scoundrels....are the O'Riley brothers...the best pupils I have ever had...
::Master Fei slowly pointed to a picture on the wall. It was slightly brown and old, but still in good shape. It had Spizer sitting on a park bench, a pair of Razor's skates on his feet. Sitting beside him was Ken, who looked generally the same as Spizer at the time only with a wider grin, and Master Fei, who wore a traditional Kung-Fu gi and a black baseball cap, the word "CONTROL" written in white letters on the front::
Master Fei: That picture was taken two days after Spizer and Ken BOTH won their respective age tournaments...Spizer competed in the Mantis Kung-Fu tournament...and Ken in the Drunken Boxing tournament...
::Ken continued to wave Bel in, his face getting angrier::
She finally stood, stopped at the door, removed her shoes, and stepped in. Her expression was still not very pleased, she looked extremely ticked, and she tossed her shoes onto the tile near the door.
::Ken shook his head, mouthing "You're so dead", then quickly turning back to the class::
::Spizer slowly looked at Bel, his face-although not actually showing it-lighting up::
She walked across the mat, her expression challenging Ken to even try something. She wasn't in the mood to be pushed. What made her angrier was the fact that she WAS so angry. Bel didn't like to let her emotions control her. She stuck out her tongue at him and crossed her eyes.
::Spizer slowly raised a brow as Master Fei turned to her just as she did that::
Master Fei: And who is this beautiful woman?
Spizer, softly to himself, but still loud enough for people to hear it...including Bel: She sure is...
She looked to the master and bowed gently. "Forgive me, I cannot help but respond to the tenseness that seems to surround Ken. I am Raven."
::Spizer's eyes went wide as he realized how loud he said that, Ken slapping his arm, smiling::
::Spizer shakes his head, his eyes still wide from what he said. Ken glares at Bel, his eyes wide as well::
Ken: Is that a challenge?!
"Make what you want of it. I won't fight you anyway. Partially because I don't like fighting unless I absolutely have to. The other is because it would be a waste of energy because no doubt your friends would gang up on me as well. I am sorely out numbered. I just wish you would stop pestering me everytime I do something you don't like."
Ken: .....I DON'T EVEN KNOW THESE FREAKS!!!
::one of the students stands up, causing Ken to spin around quickly, his fist raised::
"Raising your voice will not help the situation."
Student: You're an O'Riley? Pfft....from what I heard, the O'Riley's were nobel...
::That got Spizer's attention, causing him to snap out of his slight "unconciousness" and look at the student::
She sighed.
::Ken's face slowly got distorted with anger as the student cotntinued berating the O'Riley family::
Student: But now I see that they're just worthless punks...just like their father...
"There is no need to get personal."
::Master Fei's eyes go wide as Ken lunges forward. He is stopped, however, as Spizer grabs his shirt collar::
Student: Shut up, girlie...no-one asked you!
::that got Spizer mad. He slowly stepped forward, taking off his jacket::
Spizer: You drunken boxing, kid?
Student: No....Mantis....
She stood by Master Fei. "Forgive me, Master Fei. I do not mean to question your judgement...."
Master Fei: Do not worry, my child...Spizer needs this
OOC: to be continued
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