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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Oct 4, 2011 16:09:03 GMT -5
Ace had a long day, he hadn't hung out with any friends today, he actually was working at his job. He had one job where, he had to work at Jester's Jokes. Since one of the employees there quit, it was up for grabs and Ace was friends with the owner, so he naturally got it. Plus he was also delivering messages and such with his motorcycle messenger service. He actually got some, and gotten paid. So today, though it was long, was still celebratory. He stopped by Corrosion and bought two beers. It was a good day, long, but good. He was a few dollars richer, and he was pretty happy with himself. Now he didn't have to rely on his parents so much, he could actually be able to buy his own shit with his own money. Nothing was better than that feeling. Danny came in from the backroom ready to start his shift. Ace raised his beer bottle in greeting, and Danny nodded at him.
Ace sat around the bar, watching girls pass him by. Usually he'd have hit on one of them by now. But for some reason, he didn't want to. Something was holding him back, not literally, but emotionally. Something, or was it someone? He didn't know, he wanted to go out with one of them, but for some reason he didn't. He didn't go to the pretty blonde a few seats away and flirt with her, he didn't go to the brunette all alone at the table and say hi to her. No he just stayed where he was. For nor reason really. Maybe today he just wanted to drink a beer, and go home, not have the time for any girls. But in Ace's book, there was always time for girls. He didn't know, but he did know his beer was finished. So getting up from the bar he left the money he owed on the counter and then he left.
Ace was quietly moving his way towards his bike, his helmet hanging from the straps in his hand. He mused on what he should do. The night air was cool and starting to get colder. Fall was coming, he could smell it on the breeze. Shrugging up one of his sleeves he checked his watch, nearly midnight. If he didn't hurry he might not make it back to the school on time, and thus have to waste more money at a hotel. With a bit of a sigh he jogged towards his motorcycle. He didn't know why he stopped, maybe he saw something that caught his attention, or he just felt like stopping, or whoever was writing out his destiny was making him stop. He did know that if he didn't he wouldn't have noticed the commotion happening in the alley. Someone was going to get hurt, not even thinking, he pulled his helmet over his face obscuring his identity. He moved forward, trying to see what was happening.
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Post by xmarci2 on Oct 6, 2011 14:17:16 GMT -5
Was this just a bad string of parties, or had Andy suddenly started doing something wrong? If she'd had the presence of mind to figure it out, she might have, but at this point, the graduate was staring at her beer, watching it shift and split in her vision. Yeah...this was her first drink. So something was very, very wrong. On one of the only nights she didn't have a buddy for accountability. Damnit. Slipping her hand away from the half-filled cup, Andy raised her eyes to the bartender. He looked concerned. She opened her mouth, but before more than a syllable came out someone came up behind her and grabbed her shoulder gently.
”There you are. Lost you in the crowd for a second.”
Andy turned and looked at him, for it was a young man. Probably only a little older than herself. She frowned. ”I....” She didn't know him. She'd never met him before.
He match her frown. ”Hey, are you alright? Damn, let's get you out of here.” After glancing at the bartender, who nodded and waved them away, the stranger raised her arm and put it around his shoulders. Soon, he was lifting her out of her seat and carrying her gently out of the club. If she had been a little more naïve, Andy might have been grateful right now. But she only had herself to rely, and she knew the signs of date rape. And this, this was not just a boy trying to get her home safely. As she expected, he became rougher when they got out of the club, towing her off in the direction of the alley. Andy struggled, but while she was drugged, not much would come of it.
In the alley, she began to get her thoughts in order. After all, she'd only had about half the beer. The drugs weren't affecting her as back as they might have. Good thing she had a habit of taking her time with her drinks. Andy still couldn't make herself move with the grace she normally could, but she grasped that part of herself that controlled the wind and just...used. Not if any technical way. No, she found a breeze and turned it into a gale, hard and cold and rough, and blew it through the alley. It made a great amount of noise, especially when the guy fell over. Andy leaned gratefully against the wall of the alley, then started scooting toward the entrance, where other people would be privy to the goings on.
”Not so fast.” He said, jumping up and pushing her roughly against the wall again. For a second, she stared to feel despair. Then she glanced at the entrance to the alley again. And smirked. Obviously the guy noticed, because he turned to look. Then he scowled. A guy with a helmet was hurrying toward them. Sneering, Andy's assailant started moving toward the man, soon producing a short knife from his pocket. ”What do you think you're doing?”
((Feel free to control the NPC in your next post, if you wish.))
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Oct 6, 2011 18:39:11 GMT -5
Ace gulped as the man spoke to him. Shoot, the man wasn't at all drunk. Ace guessed he had to actually try to fight this man off, if he was drunk it'd have been so much better. Ace didn't speak at the question, nah keep his identity unknown. But what he did do when he saw the glint of steel flash from the mans pocket, Ace thanked his grandfather so much for what he was about to get. He pulled out a telescopic baton, yes the ones the police are usually shown with, from his inside jacket pocket. It was a gift from his grandfather, who was a police officer back in the day. He taught Ace a little Escrima ( a Filipino fighting style usually involving one or two bamboo sticks) before he died from old age. Ace still remembered a little bit of the fighting style though not much.
He flicked his wrist and the baton extended to it's full 26 inches. A rather intimidating site to see. The rising moon was at his back, his helmet covering his face, masking his identity, and his arm out slightly to the side, the baton stretching and extending his reach. The man stepped forward at Ace and repeated his question Hey! Did you hear me?!" He said and moved forward. Ace kept still, his helmet's cold unflinching gaze staring into the man. Ace snuck a quick look at the girl, who seemed to by struggling to stay up. Was she hurt? He didn't know, he'd have to find out. The stranger must have caught the slight movement in the helmet. " Oh her? You wan't her? Sorry buddy, but she's mine for the night," the man said standing his ground.
Ace shook his head, and then pointed the baton at him, a warning to back away, and leave. The guy didn't get it, he must have thought it was a challenge. "Leave." The man warned, and when he didn't move he charged. Ace quickly dodged the oncoming knife and tapped the man on the back of the head with the end of the baton. Another warning but the man didn't get it. He turned around and swung at Ace. Ace was to slow to react and he felt the steel bite at his skin. It wasn't a deep cut, something that would heal in a few days, but it stung, and it was on his hand. At least he hadn't cut through his favorite jacket, that would have sucked.
The man, invigorated by his ability to cut tried to get another one in. Ace ducked back then struck at the other man's shoulder. He knew he hit him when the guy yelped and dropped the knife. Ace then kneed him in the arm and shoved him back with the same leg. Again he warned the man, but he was determined, he tried to lunge for the knife but Ace hit him with a low punch. He was trying to be chivalrous, and one of the rules was to not use a weapon against an unarmored opponent, or at least he thought that was the rule. Ace kept the baton in his left hand, ready to use it again if the guy found a weapon.
The man was determined, he came back charging at Ace, and he ducked from a punch countering it with his own ferocious punch. He was fighting the guy with one hand, but the guy gave him a good gut punch. just getting up from doubling over, he caught site of another punch aimed at his chest, using his head, literally, he headbutted the fist, his helmet protecting him. The man yelled in pain, no girl was worth a broken fist, " Shit just take her!" The man shouted as he ran off cradling his hand. Ace turned to the girl and put away the baton, he held out a hand for her to take so she wouldn't fall over.
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