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| Topic Started: Feb 20 2012, 12:49 AM (104 Views) | |
| Post #1 Feb 20 2012, 12:49 AM | Talhar |
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" Tear that dump down! " The man said, readjusting his tie in the process, as if this trivial manner had little to no importance to him. Men in power often don't deal with the weight their words hold, especially if the weight is placed on other people's shoulders. This big potatoe in a tuxedo was no different, grown fat on the misery of others, even if he did know the burden the demolishment of this particular building had on Gauthier, he showed no sign of caring or hesitation. The labourers wielding large hammers, crowbars and all kinds of destructive tools, simply nodded and did as they were told. Just like they were used to, doing things without questions asked and if the thought of responsability for their actions crept up on them...They simply waved it away with the ridiculous figment of imagination that they were simply following orders and were in no way responsible for their actions. They would soon be held responsible for those actions nonetheless. In one the few but beautiful and peaceful parks of Kanki Town, there was music to be heard. Serene drumming accompanied by laughter and general merriment. A band of young adults, men and women, were seated in a cluster, hidden by a constant stream of smoke coming from many origins. Cigarettes, cigars, pipes, bongs, blunts, etc. etc. There wasn't a single person in the group that wasn't holding something that was set ablaze, seemingly without a care in the world they chit-chatted and smoked their way to blissful procrastination of all their worldly problems. One of those persons was about to be grabbed by his ankles and forcefully dragged back down to earth, back to the cold and harsh world he knew. Gauthier had no clue what was going on a few blocks away from the park, he kept drumming on the djembé, a tribal drum, with his Eskrima sticks while occasionally cracking a joke or taking a puff from a past blunt. With a drumbeat added to his statement he chanted: " Pass the blunt....My hippie don't front, you got it for a minute but it seems like a month!! " A large burst of laughter rose from the soaring group and immediatly everyone took one last toke and everyone passed their puff-puff around the group. Gauthier had dropped his sticks next to him and had laid his back on the prickly grass while staring at the sky between the leafs of the overarching tree, thinking nothing could go wrong. Then he heard his name, from far away, as if someone was shouting it. He ejected that thought by inhaling some more herbal and proceeded to close his eyes. "Gauthier!"...."Gauthier!!!!!" ...... "GAUTHIERRRR!!!!" "THEY'RE TEARING DOWN YOUR HOUSE!" Gauthier's eyes hadn't even fully opened yet or he was already running like the wind with his both his Eskrima sticks in one hand, firmy grasped as he ran like crazy. He knew his friends weren't following him, he didn't care though. He didn't expect those people to help him out in the time of need, only a friend with weed is a friend indeed...To those kind of people anyway. Only one thought rang through his mind, over and over and over again. " Got to stop them! " Edited by Talhar, Feb 20 2012, 07:03 AM.
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| Post #2 Feb 21 2012, 10:34 PM | Pandora |
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"m...Miss Clyde, Are you sure about this?.... i mean... all that..." a Girl with a maid suit said to the girl walking in front of her. Her looks and tone seems a little bit worried about something, but the one got referred with the problems seems to just walk around with floating steps and a bright smile on her face. "No No, It'll Be fine, I got strength!..." Bonnie said while flexing her sleeveless arm. "...and what did i tell you about calling me miss Clyde???" She add. "...But... There's a lot of scary things out there Mis....uh... Bonnie" The maid replied, with this time she quickens her pace and aligned herself next to her mistress. "I know you were fascinated By Ch..." Right before she could finish her sentences, Bonnie's hands quickly covered the maid's mouth. something wasn't supposed to be mentioned at that time, and its seems quite a sensitive matter, but really it was nothing harmless. "Juno, How many times i have to tell you that it's not his fault, It was no one's fault... i've choose what i want to do and not even you, father, mother or anyone can change my mind, ...not even him" That time, it become silence, It was a simple talk yet it was so heavy, so much pressure in that words. but then again, that sunny sky wasn't even raining after the simple conversation. "i...I'm sorry... I'm... just worried, ... you're leaving... but won't you tell your father? or at least you mother?" The maid that was referred to as Juno, seems to be one of Bonnie's Favorite employes, but there's seems a little bit more than that. Juno looks down, her head was looking low to the floor as she walks besides Bonnie. Somehow she felt responsible to the things that would happen. Too much guilty to her little heart. but her steps stops. she look to her side and not founding her mistress. Yes, Bonnie's steps stop a while ago. She stands right down a slope looking down at a scene that was happening on the other end of the slope. "Miss?" the maid soon catch up to her. What they saw, was just another sight common to the growing city like this 'little' Kanki town, Eviction. "Its been happening quite a lot this days." the looks on Bonnie's face was quite serious, yet she still seems quite relaxed with it. "Oh! it's the Glastown casino, they've been evicting people from that block for a while" The maid replied. |
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| Post #3 Feb 22 2012, 12:45 AM | Talhar |
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His home, they were tearing down his home... The building in itself mattered little to Gauthier, but everything it stood for...Meant the world to him. He knew in the eyes of society it didn't belong to him anymore, not after his parents got killed by those Marines. Those hated, detested Marines... Nothing more than criminals in suits, doing as they please while upholding the banner of justice. It would almost be comical if they hadn't taken so much from him. As he ran past blurry figures and objects, his eyes glazed and only focused on the one thought running through his mind, to stop them before they wrecked the last thing keeping him sane, he moved his righthand towards his left and grabbed hold of one Eskrima stick. Now armed with two Eskrima sticks, one in each hand, he turned around the corner ready to strike down any and all who got in his way of saving his home, his parents' home. What he saw was like a nightmare to him. Ruined, it was all ruined. Windows shattered, doors broken down and the brickwalls hammered. He had lost his safehaven, he had lost it all. Gauthier fell to his knees with his mouth and eyes wide open while his arms hung loosely at his sides. Soundless and motionless he sat there on his knees, staring in disbelief as half a dozen men were continueing to trash his parents' legacy. The men were oblivious to his anguished state and shattered mind, but not the ringleader, not the white-collared crook. He walked up to Gauthier and placed a hand on his shoulder, as if he was a loving father who was about to speak reassuring words. " There is no place for you...Not for worthless scum, not for you and not for that dump of yours. " Gauthier heard the words coming from somewhere far away, as if someone was shouting them at him while runing up to him, constantly echo'ing stronger and stronger through his mind until they were ringing so hard in his ears it drove him mad. ...Rage, pure unrefined rage was all that he could feel rushing through him. What happened next, was unvoluntary but he didn't resist it even for a second. He couldn't think anymore, he couldn't feel anymore, all he wanted was the power to exact revenge on those who had caused him so much injustice. His hair started to elongate and his skintone was turning a black'ish color, his body started to grow and become more honed and muscular, a tail sprouted from his back and his teeth became short but razorsharp fangs. Gauthier's Hybrid Saru Form He had lost all control. Edited by Talhar, Feb 22 2012, 01:13 AM.
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| Post #4 Feb 22 2012, 03:08 AM | Pandora |
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This was something so common in Kanki town, that no one cares about it anymore. No one will sympathized with the owner of the lost home, no one will be there to cherish for them, to defend them or at least comfort them. Bonnie is not an exception to this matter. She not too kind to even care a bit, nor that she have ill-intention on that matter, acting snob and mighty. even if she would want to do something, it's not something that she can just stick her nose into. young Bonnie watch the eviction process from the high place, looking down at the chaotic but lawful event, heartless and cold with no exception , this people are. "There will be a lot of this painful sight, and it will be far more dramatic that this..." Juno said as she look at the young girl's serious but relaxed expression, "... are you sure you're ready for it?" she add. "I know" Bonnie replied, but soon a gentle little smile popped on her face, its was calm yet confident, not exaggerating but enough to make Juno slightly surprised. "... adventure is not just about fun, its not just about happy moment, ... I... Understand that enough from 7 years ago... " She paused again, she turn her face to her beloved maid, still with her calm and gentle yet confident smile. "... But...at least its not fake, and if things were to hard to bear, isn't it better to know that we have tried our best?" Then, it was silence. The young maid could not say a word, not a single word that comes to her mind. Bonnie's sentences was not brilliant, nor that its poetic or a good combination of words. Its just a simple sentences, nothing more than a firm resolution and strong will attach to her voice. Yes, the silence was just a figurative one. around them, the sound of the workers and all those elevator-song-like were still echoing. especially that silly laugh of the white collar bandits standing in his might facing his work of art. However, Her senses told her that something big will happen. Its not like she had any six sense or a mind reading ability, but the air. The atmosphere the aura of the crowd around the scene, yes, this was just ordinary humanly hunch. |
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| Post #5 Feb 22 2012, 06:38 AM | Talhar |
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A loud thwacking sound was barely audible over the loud noises of the demolishing group but the loud and pretty highpitched shriek of pain and fear was loud enough to be heard by everyone in the vicinity. Gauthier had transformed in his Hybrid Saru-form and with his increased powers he had grabbed the hand from the tuxed guy and swung him over his shoulder before lashing out with his Eskrima and delivering a boneshattering blow against the man's knee from the side, the ensued shriek of pain cut through the air as a knife through butter. It sounded like music to Gauthier's ears. He wasn't satisfied with just that and fortunately for him, the demolishing crew had realized what was going on and were coming to the tuxed man's aide. Most of them were armed with heavy tools like crowbars and twohanded hammers, a direct blow from any of them would no doubt result in one of his own bones shattering. But presumably, none of them had enough expertise, speed or strength to be able to make such a hit against Gauthier. Nonetheless, anyone would be weary of fighting head-on against half a dozen burly guys with such 'weapons'. But not Gauthier, not in the state he was currently in, he had completely snapped and it showed. He grinned his short fangs bare and narrowed his dark eyes while making a soft hissing sound, with both Eskrimas grasped tightly in his hands, he slowly pushed himself off the ground with his legs and leaned forward, as if he was about to take off for a marathon. Without warning he kicked himself off the ground and leaped through the air, landing right between the two boarlike men who were the vanguard of the group and were nearest to Gauthier. Before they had the time to react properly, Gauthier had already struck one of the two down, he had purposely aimed for the man's closest elbow just as he was about to swing his hammer towards Gauthier, resulting in a destroyed elbow before Gauthier spun on the spot and backhanded the man's adam's apple with his other Eskrima, the man fell on his back a few feet from behind where he stood moments before, lifeless and with a twisted arm, pointing in the wrong direction. The 2nd wanna-be vanguard followed soon after, not lifeless but grovelling in the rubble that used to be Gauthier's home, Gauthier had crouched down and struck both of the man's knees from their inner angle with a = formed strike, breaking them and forcing him to collapse through his, now useless, legs. Gauthier grinned wider as his face turned to the remainder of the grunts, causing 3 of them flee instantly and a relatively brave fourth to follow his comrades soon after, but too late nonetheless. As the man ran, Gauthier had leaped through the air once more and lashed out against the back of the man's head with his iron Eskrima rods, making the man tumble forward, first first in the remains of the house, scattered all over the floor. Gauthier breathed heavily as he started to regain composure, but the rage inside still fumed, he had to vent it on one person more. On the person who dared to judge him so cruelly after tearing his home down. The person who probably caused this all, and that probability was enough to make Gauthier howl out as he pushed himself off his frontpaws and turned while his body was in mid-air to face the white-collared crook. Before his legs had landed back on the ground though, Gauthier had been rammed into the remains of his house's outer wall, with a gasp and blood shooting from his mouth, Gauthier slid down the wall onto the ground, holding one of the two Eskrima sticks while the other had landed elsewhere. As he looked up, his body aching in pain from the tremendous force with which he had been ran over with, he saw the tuxed man. But he didn't look sophisticated nor human anymore. He had transformed in his own Hybrid Zoan, and there was not a doubt in Gauthier's mind that this Rat Zoan was stronger than him. One hit and Gauthier had felt his soul leave his body. Gauthier tried not to let his pain show though, and quickly positioned himself, crouched but ready to lash out at any given time. He tried to look threateningly in order to buy himself some time and let the hurt and shock disappate. " You made my tux dirty, you disgusting scum...How will you pay for this? Your life won't suffice, it's as worthless as that house you called yours. " " Don't give me that look, we both know scum like you can't do anything to beings like me. The weak are there to be used by the strong, remember that or I won't let you live to regret it. " " You fucking rat, I'll tear that tail off and strangle you with it before you can give me one more of those twisted lectures. " Gauthier had barely finished speaking when the rat slammed his fist at the spot where Gauthier's face had been just a moment earlier, the wall crumbled to the ground and a large cloud of dust formed all around the rat, filling his eyes and nose so that he was unable to know where Gauthier was. " Run, run for your worthless life! " The rat shrieked out through the dust, thinking Gauthier had run for it. " Who's running? " A mocking voice said from above the cloud, slamming his Eskrima in a hammermotion down at the spot where the highpitched voice came from. A crunching noise could be heard and another agonized squee filled the air before the rat shot out from the dustcloud, with one arm clearly out of its socket, dangling by his side as he held onto it as if it was about to fall off. Breathing heavly the rat squeeked, clearly in pain, rage and bloodlust: "I'm going to shred you to pieces!" "You don't sound too convincing with that broken shoulder and cracked knee of yours. I'm surprised you can still stand up...Know when to give up, scum! " The rat shrieked in rage as he launched himself at Gauthier, the rat was about as fast as Gauthier eventhough he was much more wounded than Gauthier was. Gauthier leaped backwards and then jumped through one of his broken windows, into the house. The rat swiftly stormed after Gauthier into the house, through the open doorway. |
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| Post #6 Feb 22 2012, 09:12 PM | Pandora |
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Just when she thought something big would happen, a Monkey or monkey-like person rush into the scene. The shriek was painful, sad and of course annoying with its hi-pitched discord. Bonnie wasn't quite understand what happen but, judging from the way that thing act, supposedly it was 'its' house. A frightening sight for most of people or at least some of the workers. Like a wild monkey who got his banana's taken, That thing wreck havoc on almost everything belongs to the demolition crew, not to mention how he took down the person that seemingly look like a boss to those crew. Ah yes, a tortured heart of a living being. That house must be a home to that creature. Understandable, People would act like that when their home got robbed from them, in anyway legally or not. Its a common reaction, a common sense. A little bit different from the maid's point of view, well a normal sense for a normal person, Bonnie, seems to have her own way of looking at the scene. "Oh wow, that monkey went all out on those jerks" she said with an ecstatic smile, excited and ...happy? To add more to her little amazement, she would never know one of them was a zoan user, until that white collar guy transform into a rat hybrid. Oh yeah, that was ironic, rat being a ...rat. Either way, she wants that monkey, and once she set her eyes on something, nothing can stop her or at least that's what her maid think. Funny actually, Juno knows her mistress too much that it was no longer a bond between a maid and a lady, they were like sisters. yet she knows her so much, that she would expect what comes next to the girls mind when she saw the monkey got over whelmed. "Mi..Bonnie We should really g...eh?" Her sentences stopped when Bonnie grabbed her hand. "Juno Come with me for a sec" Bonnie said with a smile on her face. She drag Juno to a small alley, rather forceful, if one should say. the poor maid can only imagine what her miss would want to do with her, although this time she would never thought it would be so... indecent. "Now, Take off your clothes!" "WH...WH...WHAA?? why??? i... i... what are you saying miis..." hell yeah she was puzzled, its not something that should be said in this kind of condition, especially by a girl? taking a clothes in a public... well its a small alley, but still, it wasn't something normal to do. but on anyway, Bonnie doesn't seems to listen to what her maid said. so, The poor maiden simply got, well, stripped. "Mi...Miss... what are You... KYAAAAAA ... Do...Don't touch there... AGhhnn... Wh..Noo....P..Plea..." Well usually when things like this happened the scene would change into some random View, or might as well called this censorship. One By One her outfit was taken from her, one by one, the dress, the apron, the panty... "WAIT!!! Miss....why My underwear too?" Juno said with her face red like a boiled crab. "Oh right, they wouldn't notice" Bonnie seems to get carried away. But either way, leaving Juno on that small alley with only her underwear, and Bonnie's clothing, the scene seems to have been completed. Yes, Bonnie took off her clothes too, and change into her maid's outfit. right now she looks perfectly like a maid, with, a little addition of a sunglasses and a bandit mask from her handkerchief. Yep, she's planning something crazy alright, but since she's a local celebrity, it'll be bad of someone recognize her. "should go home now, i'll go back home as soon as i'm done with this,,... Me gonna catch some monkey!" Bonnie said with a confident smile. Edited by Pandora, Feb 22 2012, 09:37 PM.
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| Post #7 Feb 23 2012, 12:55 AM | Talhar |
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Oblivious of the heineous crime being committed against the poor maid in the alley nearby, Gauthier was fighting for his life in the broken down complex. Constantly dodging the Rat's charging and shredding teeth, who were able to take large bites out of the bricks and concrete walls, he found himself thanking the Holy Leaping Gorilla With The Ugly Chipmunk In His Arms for his inherently swift movement. Without he had been undoubtedly removed limb from limb in this beastial deathmatch between two enraged creatures. Gauthier was still furious and out for vengeance, but he realized he was outclassed here and had to resort to dirty monkeytricks in order to win against this "classy" rat. Jumping and running from room to room, he managed to avoid all attacks up 'till now, but he was starting to feel exhaustion creep up on him. His muscles ached, his bones were grinding and his vision became impeded by the sweat entering the corners of his eyes aswell as the speedy manoeuvers he had to mantain in order to survive the onslaught of bites and body-charges. Fortunately for Gauthier he had plenty of things to leap between and to throw at the rat in attempts to slow him down. Ashtrays, pantings, lamps, tables, chairs and even his precious booze, were all thrown at the rat in order to maximize the distance between them and give Gauthier room to breathe aswell as time to think of a tactic to defeat this monstrously strong gerbil. Finally Gauthier found himself in the room where he saw a way of counterattacking, placing himself in front of the centered pillar of the livingroom, which had always annoyed him for his stupid position and caused many headaches from bumping into it while too intoxicated to find the lightswitch, he waited for the rat to burst through the doorway in front of him. He flung his tail around the pillar and waited, a bit more, just a little bit more... Then he saw a tail swoosh by a hole in the wall, the rat had transformed completely now and was running on all fours towards him at blistering speed. Before Gauthier even saw the rat's whiskers coming at him, he had already swung around the pillar by holding onto it with his tail and heard a crunching noise from the rat's pillarbite aswell as the pillar shuddering in its place, about to crumble. Gauthier landed on the rat's leftside in a swooping downwards motion just before he slammed his Eskrima straight on the rat's head. The rat shrieked yet again and crumbled to the floor for an instant, ruffling the fur on his head with his paws before glaring at Gauthier the split second before he snapped at the monkey's legs. He could feel the rat's frontteeth scrape against his knee as he leaped backwards forcefully, causing him quite some pain as he felt his skin being scraped right off. It was a price he had to pay in order to accomplish what he had planned. He had tugged on the weakened pillar with his tail with all the force he had left while jumping backwards. The pillar crunched loud before shifting off its bottomhalf and falling straight on the rat's body, squishing him against the concrete floor. Gauthier stared at the rat's lifeless body, sprawled between the concrete floor and pillar, too exhausted to even grin in vengeful pleasure or howl our in triumph. Turning, Gautheir started to walk away, slightly dizzy from the exhaustion aswell as the fierce stand-off between primate and rodent. ...Then he heard shuffling behind him, then a groan, then a loud thump. Without turning, he knew the rat had shook off the pillar and was ready for round two. But Gauthier wasn't... |
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