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Post by Xavier Heart on Jul 19, 2011 16:53:49 GMT -5
song inspired the title The smoke pooled from his lips as he took yet another drag of his cigarette. Things seemed to be moving along very slowly recently ... to slow for his liking. So slowly sitting here and killing himself with fags seemed like the best use for his time. That and fighting ... because he'd been a 'good boy' the tags were finally off and he was free to do whatever the hell he wanted, where ever the hell he wanted in his free time. That was a great plus now wasn't it. There was a light smirk on his lips as the cigarette was brought back up to his lips ... this was the life now wasn't it?
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Post by Aiden King on Jul 19, 2011 17:53:00 GMT -5
Aiden was lost again. He was slowly getting better at determining where things were in the city and navigating, but that didn't mean he didn't get lost still. He sighed, and then coughed as a foul stench made its way to his nose. What was that smell? It was like exhaust from some of the cars, but not quite as greasy...
He made his way around the bleachers, trying to see where the smell was coming from, trying to suppress another cough as he went.
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Post by Xavier Heart on Jul 24, 2011 6:34:09 GMT -5
The sound of footsteps made him turn around before a scowl replaced his previously neutral face "Oh it's you" he muttered, taking another drag in before blowing out smoke rings "I'd appreciate it if you got lost ... I'm not in the mood to be dealing with brats today"
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Post by Aiden King on Jul 25, 2011 0:26:13 GMT -5
Aiden bristled a little. Who was this guy? It was obvious they had known each other, and apparently hadn't left off on a high note. Just because the Ookami couldn't remember much didn't mean he didn't know when he was being insulted, and aside from that, there was a prickling at the back of his mind, something about a fight... and 'unfinished business.' "Who are you calling a brat, emo bitch?" He snapped back
Honestly he didn't care if the blond didn't want to deal with him or not. Aiden was frustrated, lost, and that smoke was grating more and more on his nerves as time went on. Rearing for a fight? Maybe, but he mostly just wanted to let off some steam.
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Post by Xavier Heart on Jul 25, 2011 17:34:32 GMT -5
The pleasantry smirk was then replaced with a scowl as the insult hit home. Slowly he rose to his feet, discarding the black trench he was wearing to the bench behind him before walking over to the brunette. Dropping the cigarette to the floor and stomping it out with his foot before blowing the smoke that was left in his lungs into Aiden's face. He could tell he was getting irritated by it so why not annoy him some more.
"You know ... the wifey told me you'd lost your memory" he almost chuckled the smirk returning to his face "So here's a thought ... why don't I beat it back hmm?" he added, tilting his head to the side before aiming a punch at Aiden's face. Please ... emo bitch ... like he hadn't heard that before.
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Post by Aiden King on Jul 25, 2011 18:13:32 GMT -5
One eye screwed shut as the smoke was blown deliberately into his face. Okay, no wonder he got the feeling the two of them hadn't been on great terms, this guy was an asshole. Still, who was the 'wifey' he had talked about? There was no way this guy was married, so who? Obviously someone who knew about his amnesia, but who would even interact with the Kuma?
His train of thought was cut off as a fist hurtled toward his face. he reached up to grab it on instinct, catching the surprisingly heavy fist a scant few centimeters from his face. He had barely had time to react, as usual, and he had a sinking feeling that without recalling exactly how to fight he'd wind up losing. Instinct could only get him so far after all...
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Post by Xavier Heart on Jul 25, 2011 18:47:38 GMT -5
The hand was caught as the Kuma scowled "Your not helping yourself are you? Just let me punch you a few time and that memory of your's will be as right as rain" he muttered before trying to slam his other fist into Aiden's stomach. Like hell he cared about his memory loss ... he just wanted to beat the crap outta Aiden.
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Post by Aiden King on Jul 25, 2011 19:59:09 GMT -5
"Y'know," The Ookami said, barely dodging the Kuma's fist to his stomach. "Somehow I don't believe you." He tightened his grip on the other's arm and pivoted, flipping the huge blond (maybe a little bigger than HIM even, and that was saying something) over his shoulder and hurling him into the stands.
Aiden took a few steps back after flinging to Kuma, trying to put some distance between them. He was mostly on the defensive, and that was a bad thing, but what the hell was he supposed to do!? He didn't remember how to fight correctly! His muscles seemed to be reacting on their own when (a name flew into his head, and he knew without a doubt it was the Kuma's own name) Xavier punched him. The idea to turn tail and run cropped up, but was shot down immediately. You didn't win by running away, you won by kicking the ever-loving shit out of the other guy.
Maybe if he could go berserk again he could win, but it had taken trash-talking from Eva in full-out Bitch Mode to make that happen... If he was lucky maybe Xavier would wind up doing the same.
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Post by Xavier Heart on Aug 1, 2011 4:32:47 GMT -5
Pffft like he wasn't prepared for that. Flying through the air he quickly landed on his face, pivoting on his heel to face the brunet. There was a confident smirk on his face as he glared Aiden down, his aqua blue eyes twinkling with a tint of amusement. He crossed his arms, shifting his weight to his right leg before speaking "I thought you were going to put up more of a fight, King. Forget how to throw a punch?" he asked almost mockingly
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Post by Aiden King on Aug 1, 2011 18:11:32 GMT -5
A laugh bubbled out of Aiden's throat, one that he was entirely unable to control. It... frightened him honestly, but it died off moments later, and the fear was replaced by... something else. If he was in his right mind to look at himself, he'd think he slipped into some other personality. One with an EXTREME superiority complex. Still, it wasn't like the rush of confidence was unwanted. "Come at me Heart, I doubt you're any better than last time." The Ookami let his muscles work on their own, sinking into a fighting stance, one to give him more mobility, though it left bigger gaps in his defense. He vaguely remembered Locke using it once.
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Post by Xavier Heart on Aug 10, 2011 16:49:02 GMT -5
There was a semi triumphant smirk on his face "Told'ya I would make you remember" he replied almost in a gloat "I bet at the beginning of all this you couldn't even remember my name" It was true though ... he was remembering somethings, but could he get him to remember more?
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Post by Aiden King on Aug 10, 2011 17:39:17 GMT -5
Not entirely true, Aiden didn't fully remember their last encounter. Just that there was a fight that ended in a draw... Still, it was time to kick the crap out of the blond. He rushed forward, crashing an elbow to the blond's stomach, if it hit and he doubled over a knee would slam up into his face. Of course, that was if everything went according to plan...
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Post by Xavier Heart on Aug 24, 2011 16:52:19 GMT -5
There was a quick step to the side as the elbow narrowly missed him, placing a hand on the ookami's head and attempting to shove him to the floor. After all at the speed he was going, his balance wouldn't be too hard to throw off. Infact it should be rather easy and the moment Aiden got anywhere near the floor, a foot would be coming out to kick him.
"Too slow"
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Post by Aiden King on Aug 25, 2011 15:19:47 GMT -5
His hands started to move to help break his fall as Xavier shoved him toward the ground, though this was in vain as a sharp kick connected with his stomach and tossed him farther away. Aiden could taste blood, what did this guy wear, steel-toed boots? Probably, it certainly felt like it. He got back to his feet quickly, being on the ground and vulnerable was a BAD idea with this guy.
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Post by Xavier Heart on Aug 25, 2011 17:02:20 GMT -5
There was a satisfactory smirk on his lips as he crossed his arms, tapping his foot on the floor. "What's this ... lying on the floor? Can't handle it?" he muttered, watching the Ookami scramble to his feet. "Oh please do continue" he added almost in a mocking tone allowing his hands to fall to his sides "Give me the pleasure of putting you down again"
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