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 |  Subject: Oji's Writings  17th July 2013, 3:14 am | |
| I know this is the Art Center, but writing is a form of expression and thus could be considered a form of art so... here it goes? I'll post or two that come to mind. They won't be full on stories that I do unless someone actually requests it since those can get long if I wish them to, but the ones I will post are pet projects and won't reflect my RPing or writing style but just me messing around emulating other writing styles or just practicing a way to describe a scene or fight without using a style I already know. As always if you have any form of criticism feel free to drop it down, even if it's flames. There's always something to learn and improve on, so without further ado here's the first drop. [ - Pet Project 1 = Taiho vs Kyouko - Arena 1 - ] - Opening Notes:
Alright so this project actually came to me since I enjoy an ever evolving fight and since both of these characters are unique to me and their fighting styles are actually fairly similar I started to write it up with a song as a basis. Now the song can be provided if people want it to go with the reading as a visual but honestly it won't help the flow of things since I actually write it at a different pace to the song.
The background of this is actually a running idea I've had for a very long time which I'll probably turn into a game idea later on but for now let's just call it the Arena. It's pretty much a spectator sport where if you've watched a movie called Death Race 2 sort of emulates it, except no weapons accessible through plates, you use what you bring, and it's an actual circuit and not some way to cull the heard of highly dangerous prisoners, even if the contestants are still highly dangerous themselves.
So yeah that's enough exposition so I'll go ahead and let you read the first part. It's rather short, but I didn't feel like putting that much into a pet project since it's more of an idea.
- Part 1:
“Breath deeply... there you go. The fight shouldn’t take much longer then it’s your turn. Remember, aim to win, that’s all you have to do.”
She nodded as her trainer checked her pupils one last time, eyes dilating at the bright light as she took another swig of her bottle, swirling it in her mouth before spitting it out. The taste was god awful but at least it kept her mind off the upcoming fight. She could hear the roar of the crowd, the slight stomp of the feet as a rhythmic beat worked its way around the stadium.
“Ah there it goes...”
Peeking over the man’s shoulder she could see two tall men, one darker than the other but had straighter hair in a ponytail like fashion. The man had slightly shredded cords wrapped around his biceps and had a dark orange blindfold wrapped around his eyes. His clothes torn and tattered flapped in the breeze as he held up his opponent, who while tall still seemed to dangle his feet off the ground before his opponent. The dark skinned man grinned sadistically his sharp teeth gritting as he flexed his muscles, visibly squeezing down on the man’s skull before crushing it with pure brute strength. Eyes wide she fell back against the wall, breathing exercises be damned she just saw a man get head crushed by another mans fist!
“Damn it girl pull yourself together!”
Her trainer really wasn’t helping in this situation, her body shaking in unknown fear as the elder man slapped her with a cold wet towel the wet sting bringing her back to forefront of consciousness. Looking at the man with a rather shocked yet exhausted face she collapsed on herself, “I don’t think I can do this coach”
The man chuckled, “Nonsense girl, you’ve been training yourself for a week now, now go out there and show them you’re ready to get back to the circuit!”
Nodding along with the man’s enthusiasm she dragged herself out of her seat, eyes focused and mouth pursed into a thin line. Standing before the rather large gates, she could hear the roar of the crowd as the gates oiled hinges seemed to creak open by themselves revealing the two combatants.
Standing across from her the young boy seemingly smiled, his close eyed grin throwing her off as he seemingly looked like a manic predator let loose in society. The boy calmly walked into the stadium his clothes contrasting his rather warm yet creepy personality as the light blue color scheme drew attention like a solar flare.
Stepping out to stand before him the two stared at each other, or rather she stared at him while he looked at her with a warm close eyed smile. The referee stood between the two and looked at them both before nodding curtly, arm drawn up, he dropped it before jumping back signalling the start of the fight.
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The fight didn’t seemingly start instantaneously rather it was a delayed reaction to an instantaneous action performed by the smaller boy as she folded her body around his small yet powerful fist. The chakra packed in it forcing her up and away from the metal gauntlet as he unclenched his fist and in the moment before she realized that she wasn’t flying away released a sharp searing pulse of chakra that sent her flying ass over end into the wall behind her.
A collect “Ohhhhh” ran through the crowd as the dust cleared and the boy dropped from his stance, hand clenching and unclenching in rhythm as the girl coughed up dust and sand from her bruised lungs.
‘Okay, so he’s ridiculously strong, and ridiculously fast. I think I can take him...’ Nodding to herself she surged her own chakra, the lightning running up her body before collecting into her gloves where she clenched her fist, feeling her familiar power running through her veins. “Let’s do this...” she whispered before pushing off the wall, launching herself at the boy.
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