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| Kanji Tatsumi | Mar 12 2012, 06:39 PM Post #1 |
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May 27 9:00PM For Kanji, he had a fairly active Sunday compared to the last couple of months. Most Sundays he spent it in his room working on sewing or basically doing nothing for the entirety of the day. Instead he had run into Rio and gone to lunch and to her place with her. For him, that was pretty much a very active day. Granted, back when the murder cases were going on, there was hardly ever a Sunday that went by that he felt exhausted by the end of the day. Fighting shadows and solving mysteries (although he wasn’t really the one putting any brains into it) can really wear a person down. It’s a welcoming change to spend time with a friend all day even if it is someone completely weird. That and he got his jacket back. To be perfectly honest, he had forgotten he had loaned it to her on that rainy day. He had assumed he just lost it and didn’t care about it much after that. But now he had it back in his possession. He just needed to get home, work on some sewing, and pass out in time to sleep for the dreadful Monday. The start of another school week. He really hated getting up on Mondays. It was so difficult to face a new school week. Oh well, at least he got to go to Aiya today and that was always a plus in his book. Good food was always an awesome thing. That’s not to say that his mother didn’t cook good food, she just cooked way too much in his opinion. He entered the south end of the shopping district. The street lights that were normally on appeared to be off but he thought little of it. ”Bulb probably died…” He mumbled under his breath. Granted he didn’t think it to be unusual that all of them seemed to be out, or how unusually dark it appeared in the street. He faced enough strange things in his short lifetime that ‘strange’ was ‘normal’ at this point. |
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| Akihiko Sanada | Apr 8 2012, 10:25 PM Post #2 |
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Breathe in, breathe out, Akihiko reminded himself. Often times he forgot the basic role of any training regimen: breathe. With all the events that had occurred lately, no wonder he forgot such a fundamental rule. He was currently proud of himself as he rounded the corner. He'd been running for twenty minutes, uphill and down, and still he was barely out of breath. Glancing up at the sky, it was almost time for him to stop. He didn't want to be that guy jogging in the middle of the night and looking overly suspicious. Another rule Akihiko learned, especially when it came to jogging, was to never eat before a run. The insane amount of nausea after the run could last for several, agonizing minutes. But he also knew not to eat after a run; he'd have to let his body cool off first. As he slowed down his pace to a walk as he neared Aiya's (he could always order take out to eat for later, right?), he noticed how dark the street was. Curious eyes flicked to the dark lamp posts. Strange for an entire street to be black... Akihiko's senses were at full strength. His suspicious eyes were glancing through the slightest openings. It was dark, but there was no fog. Yet. But that didn't mean some freak wearing all black in the dark of night wouldn't try to mug him. Iwatodai had an entire area filled with idiotic drunkards who only wanted to fight at this time of night. Inaba could be no different. Instead of letting suspicion completely enter his mind, he instead relished in the tightening of his leg muscles. Walking after a good run always enhanced muscle development. As he stared straight ahead, his eyes focused on another being coming at him. He barely noticed the person if it wasn't for such white hair. Narrowing his eyes further, he supposed he found one of Inaba's "hoodlums." Yet another idiot was wearing dark clothes when it was dark out. "Let's get this over with," Akihiko said to himself before talking to the stranger."So which is it? You want my wallet or are you going to keep walking?" Presumptuous? Of course. All Akihiko wanted to do was order some take-out and get back to his room. The less resistance in doing as such, the better. He might as well get everything out in the open now. |
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| Kanji Tatsumi | Apr 28 2012, 06:17 PM Post #3 |
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He really shouldn’t have hung out with Rio so long; especially since he hadn’t even told his ma where he was going. More then likely, she was going to be pissed at him for disappearing all hours of the day and night. Not that he’d be arriving too late, but it was late enough to warrant irritation. She had been especially troubled with his unannounced disappearances ever since he had been kidnapped during the murder cases going on. Before that, his ma wouldn’t think much on it ‘just Kanji being Kanji’, but now it’s ‘Where is my dear son, what if something happened to him! Why hasn’t he called”. It was irritating really. He shook his head and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. At least he had his jacket back. He had forgotten that he had loaned it to Rio when it had been raining. She had been nice enough to clean it for him too. Not that he would have minded if she hadn’t done it but it was still nice. He kept his eyes glued to the sidewalk for the most part. When he started hearing other footsteps approaching toward him, his gaze lifted up to see the stranger heading in the opposite direction of him. Kanji wouldn’t have given him a second glance, he would have kept walking by him without a single word spoken. The problem is, this asshole couldn’t keep his own mouth shut for the life of him. Was he accusing him of wanting to mug this poor bastard? He didn’t even look like he had much on him; not that Kanji actually ever mugged people. Sure cops thought he mugged people, students thought he mugged people, but that’s because they were all idiots. ”What the hell’s that s’pose to mean?” Kanji stopped in his tracked and glared at the jerkoff in front of him. He raised his fist at him threateningly, ”Y’talkin’ shit. Do I look like I want anything from some jackass like you? Maybe if you spent more time with your head outta ya ass people wouldn’t even glance twice at ya.” Kanji was pissed. Who was this asshole to accuse him of wanting anything from him? He didn’t know jack shit about Kanji. He’d best keep walking before Kanji decided to shove this guys head right up his ass. |
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| Akihiko Sanada | Jun 14 2012, 02:12 PM Post #4 |
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Akihiko stared at the silver haired boy with an unflinching gaze. At least he learned one thing about the other--they enjoyed confrontation. Most in Kanji's situation would simply say they were walking back to their own place and leave it at that. But this one decided to merge curiosity with intimidation, which meant to Akihiko, it was just another kid with too much time on their hands and not enough training to make good on their threats. Typical of people around here. He had yet to meet anyone native from Inaba that he could truly duel with. "You're what, ten? I hope using such adult words makes you feel more intimidating to others because it's hardly making my knees quake." All sass, no class, Akihiko realized. While true he shouldn't have approached the boy like he did, he couldn't turn back now. But he could make sure the kid didn't overstep his bounds to everyone he met. There was always going to be someone stronger than him, and from what Akihiko could tell, the boy thought he was stronger than everyone. The words, the clothes, the stance, he was a fighter, but a street fighter, heavily out classed by someone like Akihiko. "How about you keep going your way and I go mine? The last thing this town needs is more blood on the streets." Akihiko was tempted to take out his evoker--to draw attention to the weapon and have it act like it was a real gun, but he decided not to. The boy was still a boy, after all. If he was going to prove a point, he'd better do it without using weapons. "But if you insist on trying to intimidate those you know are better than you, I'd be more than happy to show you why you're nothing more than an untrained pup." One that liked to piss on their territory in a spray--like a girl. |
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| Kanji Tatsumi | Jul 4 2012, 09:46 AM Post #5 |
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Kanji being Kanji thought the guy was serious about thinking Kanji was ten years old. It made him question where this dude came from that someone of Kanji’s height and appearance could pass for ten years old. Kanji was never really good at picking up insults unless they were directed at something he was specifically self-conscience about. ”What’re ya, stupid?” He stated in response rather flatly. Kanji would have simply walked away without further retorts after the guy suggest they went their separate ways. He would have simply been happy to ignore all else and keep his temper in place. All the jackass had to do was keep from further speech after that. So really, all this could have been said and done after the suggestion. But of course, the jackass had to open his damn mouth one last time and it was at this point, Kanji finally snapped. He was never good with controlling his temper. All those years of pent up rage on the society and self doubt due to being made fun of as a child really did a number on his patience and temper. Although, lately, he was doing fairly well because he didn’t normally snap at everyone he encountered. He tried to be good to give his mom less heartache and for his team to respect him. So he made progress as an individual. Still he can’t handle jackasses and it was for this reason that Kanji leapt forward and attempted to just shove the guy roughly to the ground and out of his way. He didn’t throw a punch so it was still a bit of progress for him. Usually he would just start swinging his fist but he opted to just try and shove the guy to the ground so he could walk away. Now… if he had a table or a chair in his possession, he’d have likely just swung it at the jerkoff’s head instead of this less violent method. |
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| Akihiko Sanada | Jul 8 2012, 11:39 AM Post #6 |
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Akihiko ignored the slight against his intelligence. He really didn't understand where it came from anyways. He was pretty sure his vocubalary at least signalled he had a bit of intelligence behind his eyes, but obviously the opposing air-headed jerk wasn't smart enough to realize that. He probably shouldn't be doing this, he realized. Getting into fights was always his thing, but randomly? On the street? Sure he thought he had an adequate reasoning, but he really didn't--not enough of one to justify fisticuffs. If Mitsuru ever gained word of this, he'd be lashed at verbally left and right. You're acting like a child, Akihiko! This isn't a game! Even now he could hear her words in his ears. Some things never changed. Light eyes glanced down as the kid moved his feet. Tch, his stance was all wrong. He was putting too much strength in his arms instead of his legs--there was no room for him to fall back should Akihiko be the one to attack first. The kid leaped, hands seemingly extended, and Akihiko felt the pressure against his chest as Kanji shoved. Sanada's stance was already situated to counter it, taking the force of the push on his back leg to subdue his balance, and attempted to grab one of Kanji's wrists as he twirled behind the kid. All awhile attempting to pin an arm behind Kanji's back without really trying to hurt Kanji, if he had taken the other wrist, it'd look like he was trying to put handcuffs on him. Which, really, wouldn't look any different than the countless times before after Kanji's ordeals. "You're untrained and pathetic. Don't attack first if you're not prepared to find yourself subdued." Akihiko then took a step back, lifted his foot, planted it in the middle of Kanji's back, and shoved the kid forward (or at least tried to). "Your posture was all wrong to begin with. I should have known better than to expect a challenge in this city." |
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| Kanji Tatsumi | Jul 8 2012, 10:36 PM Post #7 |
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Okay, granted, Kanji hadn’t been really thinking at the time he went to shove the guy. In all actuality, he had just been planning on walking through the guy and continue on his way. He didn’t, in fact, anticipate the jerk to actually be prepared for it and counter it as quickly as he did. He hadn’t even really been thinking of turning it into an actual fight. Once he started fighting Shadows, he had stopped getting into street fights. He had other problems to deal with. So he was caught off guard to say the least. One minute he’s shoving a guy, and the next, said guy has his arms pinned behind him and placing a kick on the square of his back which sent Kanji careening forward. Lesson learned to say the least. There was one mistake that this punk had done however. Something that most of Inaba learned through the years. You don’t piss off Kanji Tatsumi because when he’s pissed, he’s like an out of control fire taking down a forest. By the time he had his hands planted on the cement (with some fresh road rash on the lower right portion of his face) Kanji was angry. Add the snide comment that guy supplied while he was picking himself up off the pavement and you have an extremely pissed off Kanji Tatsumi. He knew he shouldn’t be getting into a fight. Not with another person. He had sworn off them during the investigation in an attempt to make things either for the team and for his mother. Fights often got him trouble with the authorities, which often; which often caused trouble for everyone he cared about. He had a fairly good day today. He met up with Rio, got his jacket from her that he had loaned her and despite how awkward the whole experience was, it was rather an enjoyable day. Funny how one encounter at the end of it could make it a miserable one. ”Aw’right as’hole.” He clenched his fists and rotated his wrists, effectively cracking them. His neck followed suit as he loosened up. His legs parted as he slipped out of the laidback uncaring stance he had previously been showing. He didn’t have something to swing at the guy like he did when fighting shadows, but he won all those street fights with his bare hands in the past. Sempai was going to be upset with him if he ever caught wind, but at the moment, Kanji didn’t care. ”Y’need to learn to shut that damn mouth!” shouted before charging once more. Where last time he had gone to just shove him out of the way, Kanji had no such plans. One might get the impression that he would use his momentum in an attempt to just blow his shoulder or tackle his opponent to the ground, but when he closed the gap between himself and his opponent, he just had his boots halt and slide across the gravel for the last four or so feet that separated the two and swung his fist skyward in the hopes of upper-cutting the jerk. |
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| Akihiko Sanada | Jul 9 2012, 02:12 PM Post #8 |
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Akihiko bit back a frown. He pushed too much; caused too much harm. Was this kid seriously that weak where he couldn't stop himself from falling forward? Akihiko would have to reassess his leg strength. He figured he knew how much pressure he could provide to simply shove someone away, but now, perhaps he needed to cut down on the squats to let some of his leg muscle die down. An unfortunate prospect. He thought his training regime was perfect... Sanada was on the verge on helping the kid up, but thought better on it. The bleached-blonde boy needed some experience and there was no better way to provide it than through some cuts and bruises. The kid stop up, used his impressive grammar once more, and began loosening himself up. Akihiko merely stood there, waiting patiently as Kanji's cracks and snaps pierced his ears. ”Y’need to learn to shut that damn mouth!” The kid came running at him. Another run 'n' shove? In Akihiko's mind, yes. He inwardly sighed and steadied his stance again. It'd probably be best to trip the kid this time, though with his current speed, it'd cause more harm than good. Kanji skidded to a halt, a squeal of leather against pavement as Kanji telegraphed the move by clenching a fist and modifying the movement to direct it upwards. Akihiko had, what, four or five years on Kanji in terms of training--professionally? Akihiko was no street fighter; aspects of a crude combat scenario baffled him at times, but at least he could some-what recognize a tiny bit of hope in the kid. As he prepared himself to dodge the uppercut with a slight back bend, an incredible force slammed on the back of his head, pitching Akihiko forward. Kanji's fist collided with the underside of his jaw, forcing Akihiko's momentum to careen backwards again. After a moment of no longer touching the ground, he landed on his feet and stumbled backwards, his back colliding against the sidewalk. Without a word, he slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, working his jaw in a circular motion, glad it wasn't broken. His attention wasn't on Kanji, however. It was on the object that hit him in the back of his head. Akihiko wasn't aware a television on display glowed white behind him, rippling in white and black circles before Kanji attacked. A pair of glasses had shot out of the screen and collided against Akihiko's head. His eyes finally fell upon the glasses--not being glasses at all. Goggles? Flight goggles, or maybe welding goggles. The black strapping and frames outlined yellow and orange lenses. Did somebody throw these? As if on cue, a note fluttered down in front of Akihiko, landing in his hand. Dear Contestant, Someone out there must love you beary much! They have bought you an item to help you train for the arena! Use it well! - Teddie "Is this some kind of joke?" He rolled his jaw again, looking at Kanji. "Tch, typical. Someone your age never could fight without any help." |
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| Kanji Tatsumi | Jul 9 2012, 08:57 PM Post #9 |
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Kanji would have felt a little smug about connecting his attack if it weren’t for the sudden appearance of a television appearing out of nowhere behind the punk. Fortunately he didn’t notice it until his fist had already connected with the older male’s. Still, what the heck was a television doing out in the middle of nowhere and why was it there to begin with. His gaze dropped to the ground as a pair of goggles appeared on the pavement that were shot out from it. ’Teddie?’ He thought absent mindedly for a moment. The fight was momentarily forgotten as he tried to comprehend why the bear would have made a television appear out of nowhere and why he would be shooting a pair of goggles out of the television. Kanji assumed they were for him because why would the older guy need a pair? Hell, why would Kanji need a pair when he already had a pair of sunglasses. Of course, this moment of confusion and forgetfulness was whisked away by the condescending comment that came out of the older male’s mouth. Did this guy ever stop? Kanji’s shoulders shook once more as his raged was renewed once more. ’That is it. That is SO friggin it!’ He thought before he sprinted to the sidewalk. He was going to just make due with any weapon. He used his momentum and ironically kicked down a Stop Sign. He gripped it by the pole, leaving the sign at the end. He was done playing mister nice guy! All moments of confusion were wiped away and completely forgotten as he closed the distance between himself and the older male. ”Y’jus’ dunno when to stop!” He yelled before taking a swing at the male with his Stop Sign weapon. |
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