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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Nov 1, 2006 8:36:02 GMT -5
It was after dark and Jami was walking down the street, his hands buried deep in a black leather jacket he threw on, in account of the cold. He noticed a small piece of paper on a lamp, he ripped it off and began to read it. TOURNAMENT Come and join the action
Prize of $500 to the winner of the knock-out challenge tournament. All the strongest will be there
Located at the ring, in downtown Jami looked down at his hands, and he began to cackle with electricity. "Hmph, sounds like an easy win..." He threw the paper aside, and continued walking down the street. He took a left, and entered a tall apartment building. He walked through the swivel doors, and seen his mailbox over flown with mail "Pah... who cares" he muttered under his breath. Ignoring the mail, he opened up a door that lead to a set of stairs, and started his ascent to his apartment. He arrived in a matter of minutes and placed his finger on the knob. It clicked and he opened the door "Just as I left it... messy as hell..." The floor wasn't visible, and his bed had an even bigger mound of clothes. Jami through the clothes to the side and laid down, he wanted to get rested up for the tournament tomorrow.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 1, 2006 10:11:01 GMT -5
"Well, looks like I've got some plans for tomorrow, then." A middle-aged woman smiled vaguely at the flyer, and flicked her wrist. A bracelet jingled on her arm, several small charms on it making curious noises. Her salary was certainly adequate where she worked, but $500 was easily a nice bonus. And with her skill... It was certain.
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Post by Popebenedict on Feb 3, 2007 20:41:18 GMT -5
"Maybe this'll make Charles notice me? I doubt it but its worth a shot, if nothing else I can buy a couple of drinks with the prize money." Tarring down the poster from the wall on which it hung, Onslow placed the parchment in his pocket. Dreaming of his idol, Onslow walked back to the cardboard box he was staying in for the time being.
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Post by kazkame on Feb 3, 2007 20:48:23 GMT -5
Jason stood at the entrance to the city with a paper in hand. It was from his supervisors in the sage council. The organizer of this tournament had info on relecanth. He decided he needed the info and money would help buy more silver bullets. He walked toward the arena with a smirk on his face.
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 3, 2007 21:08:03 GMT -5
"Madam capitaine, apparently there's a knock out tournament here," Astraea said while the various light emitters assembled her avatar by Lexi.
"Madam capitaine? You're running out of stupid names," Lexi giggled. "But sure. Ramen is only good for the first fifty days. Plus we're stuck rockside until I can pay for your gas bill."
"Hey, at least I'm still absorbing solar, k? You've just been sitting on your ass using my power to heat up your plastic noodles."
Lexi giggled again before standing up from her worn, comfy captain's chair. She reached up and stretched her arms.
"Gonna wear a coat or something over your skin suit?" Astraea asked in a mocking way.
"This thing was made to withstand the coldness of space. I think I can handle Earth's chills," Lexi said while dialing in the code to open Astraea's main hatch.
"No, I didn't mean that. I mean, it's just that your specie's males tend to stare since the skin suit is, ya know, skin tight."
"Is that concern I here in your voice?" Lexi rolled her eyes.
"No. Having concern included in my list of emotions would've cost you extra. I was just trying to make you feel self conscious." Astraea's avatar smiled before dissipating. The main hatch opened up, and the ship's captain stepped out into the port city. She made her way to the bus stop that would take her to the train station.
After a few moments of waiting, Lexi entered the bus that had just arrived. It took her to the station, where she bought a ticket to Dark City. Finding a good seat, Lexi settled down and promtply fell asleep.
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Feb 13, 2007 8:28:18 GMT -5
Jami woke up the next morning to a loud knocking on the door. He woke up and let a rather large yawn, and opened the door.
"'Ello Sir... We have received word you wanted to join the tournament" a male british accent said.
Jami opened his eyes, to see a rather stunning british man at his door. His face went red when he realized he was in nothing but his boxers "umm..." he said nervously "give me one second..." he closed the door, and picked out a good set of clothes, only two days old. He opened the door again "Yes... yes I am interested...."
"Good sir. We will take you there, if you don't mind me saying so, your apartment is rather messy."
"Yeah, when you don't have any money, then you can't exactly have the nicest of places."
"On the contrary, you can..." The british man smiled to reveal an awesome set of pearly whites.
thats wierd he thought, british should have bad teeth
Oh well he threw it to the side for now, and followed the man to his limo.
"What a fancy ride you got there" Jami said sarcastically.
"I am a chauffer."
"Alright..." Jami said getting the elongated vehicle.
It took a few minutes to get to the actual tournament, though when they arrived there jami was getting a little nervous. He never actually fist fought, he just showed off his powers, and no one really dare told anyone else.
Finally they arrived at a huge stadium, fit for a king, and for him to watch a blood bath. "When was that put in?"
"Last night, sir." the british man said.
"Oi, I never got your name." Jami said stunned, and tried to change the topic.
"Its charles sir, charles" the man began to laugh, as the vehicle dissappeared and left jami sitting in the air. He fell to the ground with a loud thump. "I guess were here"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 13, 2007 15:14:05 GMT -5
The middle-aged woman contemplatively watched Jami's arrival, and smiled warmly. "Having a nice day I take it?" She snapped her fingers, her business suit collapsing into a form fitting outfit of green and blue. Her smile grew reflective, and she toyed with her bracelet a little.
"It's been a while since I sported these colors. Sylvia Natalie Ulima, pleased to make your acquaintance."
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Feb 16, 2007 8:26:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, ditto to you too." Jami said. He got off and brushed his bottom off "So, when does this shindig start, and where is the registration."
Jami could've kicked himself for saying that, because a big sign saying REGISTRATION could be seen. "I gues there..." he walked over, and began looking at the form.
"Style of fighting... How do I think I am going to die... wait what, I didn't know this was a match to the death." He kept reading, and reading "What is this, a weeding out process or what"
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Post by kazkame on Feb 16, 2007 12:23:38 GMT -5
jason now entered the arena seeing only about two people. he began to ask the cloaked one where to sign up.
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 19, 2007 14:20:04 GMT -5
Lexi casually sauntered into the arena. There were a few whistles and the like from men staring at her odd, skin-tight, armless attire. She ignored them as usual.
The Belter made her way to the desk that was labeled "REGISTRATION" and picked up one of the clip boards. She nodded to the two others standing by the desk.
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Post by Private Stiffy on Feb 19, 2007 20:07:48 GMT -5
The streets of the Dark City were quiet for the time being, all was in it's place. The people were safely tucked away within their homes (or boxes), few vehicles of transportation were moving, just the whirring of machinery as a few assorted City Maintenance teams carried on with their preassigned tasks
Then the noise was heard, a shrill kind of noise, like that of a bomb being dropped from high up, in the sky a dazzling light could be seen, like a star rushing through the atmosphere, though this was evidently no spacial rock, it would've cooked away in the atmosphere at the rate it was going... no, it's shape was vaguely humanoid, like that of an old rich man from the late 1880's... *BOOM* The falling object finally connected with the Earth, though it merely left a man shaped crater within the ground, random dust and debris were thrown outward and a top hat drifted lazily down into the hole. Shuffling was heard, like the object that had landed was moving around... but could that be possible? Indeed it was, an arm reached out and groped the ground around the crater, the fingers clawing deep into the concrete and hauling an incredibly large form out of the depression. The man was unnaturally large, standing at around 8'6" and a weight of around 450 lbs, his rippling muscles could barely be viewed as they were blocked by both his environmental body armor and his old-style tuxedo. His features were blocked by a old-style Crusade helmet with a T-Shaped slit in the front, which had both a monocle and a Mr. Monopoly-type mustache taped to it.
The Man reached down and picked up his top hat from the crater, thinking about how he should never allow his allies to slingshot him from a Sky Cycle at 500 MPH ever again and MISS the intended target. He shrugged his massive shoulders and was about to place the top hat upon his head again when he noticed a small slip of parchment had managed itself into his hat. He tenderly grasped the sheet and read it, feeling himself getting giddy at the prospect of a grand ol' fight! AH, HOW WONDERFUL IT WOULD BE TO BE WITHIN THIS MOST GLORIOUS OF TOURNAMENTS! WAHAHA! Ahem, indeed, and so the man proceeded to seek out the location of this Tournament, though little did he know what lied ahead...
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Post by kazkame on Feb 19, 2007 20:12:29 GMT -5
ooc: omg its him
BIC: Jason hadn't seen a fight in about 2 years since he was imprisoned for four years in the underworld. he walked over to the desk and signed his name on the registration form. he now turned around towards the nearest wall and began to wait for the right time.
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Post by Popebenedict on Feb 19, 2007 20:20:52 GMT -5
"Ha, ha! Bum!" The vicious children sped by on their iron horses, shotting paint balls at the poor Onslow.
"Get out of my house! You rapscallions!" Rubbing his new wounds, Onslow looked at his crudely drawn watch, "Looks about time I head to this tournament thingy." Rising from his saggy cardboard box, Onslow put his hands into the air and began making plane noises. Pretending to fly, Onslow ran all the way to where the tournament was being held.
"Whooosshh!" Running into the building, Onslow made a crash landing with the nearest group of people. "Pardon me. Trying to conserve power here." Finding the registration sheet, Onslow put his name on the list.
"I'm ready!" shouted Onslow, thrusting one arm into the air, lifting up the opposite leg, and opening his mouth ever so slightly. Onslow remained in this position until the tournament began.
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Post by Private Stiffy on Feb 21, 2007 19:37:40 GMT -5
The man looked up to take in the spectacle of the building. He'd been walking for hours now, attempting to find the friggin' building through the sea of people and other buildings! Though it did not matter now, the building loomed in front of the odd man, his entire attention span devoted to staring blankly at it in wonder. And then He stopped He shifted his thoughts to movement, beginning a steady stride forward until he reached the doors of the complex. Slowly, he put out his enormous arm, his gloved finger barely coiling around the door's handle, all possible effort was being taken to not break the small door. Bit by bit, the arm came back toward it's torso, moving the door ever so slightly from it's hinge
Slowly... Slowly... Slowly...
There! The task had been done! The man walked sideways through the now ajar door, trying his hardest to seem normal in the process. As soon as the door was cleared, he looked around, one thing in particular catching his attention more than anything else...
"REGISTRATION!"
He nodded to himself, secretly smiling under his helmet. Approaching the registration table, he lightly seized the small pen next to the clipboard and signed his name in large, fancy cursive letters. Ernest. He chuckled before he backed up a couple of feet, kneeling down upon his knees and sitting on his haunches, his hands placed upon his upper thigh. He hadn't been so excited since the Coalition announced Casual Friday or Double Ration Sunday! Yea, energy coursing through every vein, artery, and capillary, Ernest would be ready for anything that would come his way!
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Post by Ocelot on Feb 21, 2007 19:53:22 GMT -5
A cloaked man slowly followed behind Ernest closely watching him. He saw enter the registration building. The cloaked man entered the building and saw Ernest sign his name on a paper. " Excuse me,"said the man calmly as he saw the that the paper was a sign up sheet for a tournament. Many names were on the sheet..a lot of dangerous names. He took the pen and wrote his name FIRST LEUTENNANT ROSIE and he drew an arrow to Ernest saying I WANT YOU!!! the man walked into the shadows then dissapears leaving the words "Later Ernest here have some air candy....."
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Feb 26, 2007 9:53:10 GMT -5
A man was sitting in a one-way mirror, and smiled "Good, good, many strong people here. Very very good of them to get in the tournament, they are just what I am going to need. Many strong people" an evil laugh couldn't be heard passed the sound proof glass. "oh, this is too good.
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Jami smiled when he was finished. Though he began to wonder where he signed his name. "Oh" he said noticing a clip-board he signed his name, barely legible. "oh well, I did turn in a registration sheet, they should know who I am by now." he sighed "The tournament starts soon, lets hope I get someone hard to begin with, that way it doesn't kick my ass later on in the tournament... but I am ready" he said obviously talking to himself.
"Jami... uh... well can't read your last name... Your in room 45" A man said from the registration desk.
"Alright, thanks" Jami said, and dissappeared around a corner, and headed for the preperation room.
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Post by dangaard on Feb 28, 2007 11:45:09 GMT -5
hey is it 2 late to join this tournoment?
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Post by Popebenedict on Feb 28, 2007 11:47:48 GMT -5
We havent started the actual fighting and people are still "signing up" so I think it would be more than alright. Im not the thread leader obviously but doesnt look like a problem to me.
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Mar 1, 2007 8:11:36 GMT -5
OOC: No prob, just remember to use your acronyms please.
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Post by dangaard on Mar 2, 2007 12:30:32 GMT -5
what do u mean acronyms?
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Post by dangaard on Mar 2, 2007 12:31:13 GMT -5
hey and i really dnt feel like making up a character right now so im going to rp with sephiroth is that ok with everyone?
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Mar 2, 2007 13:00:05 GMT -5
OOC: Like OOC, and BIC... and no it isn't okay to use Sephiroth, this is FRP, people are supposed to have low power levels, and knowing Sephiroth, you might want to super play, even though your not supposed to... so make up a character, or pick a different one please.
And don't double post
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Post by Tout-Perd on Mar 2, 2007 13:28:19 GMT -5
OOC: Welcome, dangaard! Hope to have some fun RPing with you!
BIC: Natalie had handled her forms in advance, luckily enough for her. Unlike most of this lot, she had experience in this sort of thing. Tournaments were a great way to help supplement her income. She ran her fingers through her hair, smiled softly, and enterred the preparation room.
"Hello, all."
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Post by ch00beh on Mar 2, 2007 20:25:39 GMT -5
OOC: Welcome, Dangaard! Please direct your attention here for the rules and various suggestions for RPing at these boards. Another note, please don't double post. If you have something new to say, and no one has replied, there's a handy little "modify" button at the top of your posts. A double post is acceptable if no one has replied in a long while, like a week, maybe. BIC: Lexi received the instructions from the guy at the registration desk then made her way to the prep room. She opened the door to see several other tourney entrants warming up, stretching, changing, eating, etc. She flashed a smile at everyone.
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Mar 8, 2007 11:53:59 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300] [/glow][/shadow] Jami un-covered his ears as the ear piercing announcement was finished. "I guess I am heading to the stadium. I am going to get ready" He smiled and left the room reluctantly. I wish I could have found out how strong my opponents were... he sighed and left the registration building and proceeded across the lot into the stadium, which was larger then a regular football stadium.
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Post by Private Stiffy on Mar 15, 2007 20:45:43 GMT -5
Ernest jumped to his feet, extending his arms t his side as though he were about to wrestle a large and potentially hazardous Bear
"Well, that is good news after all! *insert 1920's happy slang*"
Ernest ran toward the designated tournament arena place, hoping that the fights would start soon, it'd been quite some time since he had last fought an actually worthy opponent, and he wished to see if he was truly invincible, because he probably was!
OOC: A picture of Ernest was sketched nicely enough by Loogs in the Art thread... and I'm making this post concise because I'm really just looking forward to the tournament part of this thing, not the expositional stuff
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