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Post by Aika Hikaru on Oct 15, 2013 21:12:50 GMT -5
What I'm about to say is a secret Aika was feeling pretty giddy. Ditching school always made his heart race! He smiled as he walked right off the school grounds, happy that he wasn't caught this time. He didn't know how he'd react if he was caught and sent back to school. He'd probably throw a fit and break things until they sent him home. But it seemed as if he didn't have to worry about it this time around. He successfully wandered out of the sight of his school.
Aika tugged on the strap of his suspenders as he tried to think of where to go. He knew he had a quiz the next day, so going to the library to study would have been the most appropriate option. But, seriously... the library would have been a dead give away! He could find somewhere else to study.. like a park or something. But first! He needed coffee.... or hot chocolate because coffee is bitter and disgusting.
He went to the nearest Starbucks, deeming walking down the block to the next one would be too much of a pain, and got a hot chocolate. Sure, he had strange looks and the obvious 'why aren't you in school?' question, but he simply shrugged it off and left with his hot drink. Fuck their questions! Now that the hot drink was all ordered, Aika needed to get to the nearest park to find a good place to read his textbook. He couldn't possibly stay in that stuffy coffee place and libraries don't allow drinks to his knowledge. It was better to take his chances at the park anyway.
Aika arrived fabulously as he strutted his way over to a bench, quickly sitting down and crossing his leg over the other in one swift motion. Then he took one of his textbooks out of his book bag and began reading it. He was bored of it entirely too quickly, and contemplated throwing the book off to the side to never touch it again; but that idea was quickly thrown out of his mind. He couldn't just throw away his studying if he knew the material now. He may not know it later on! Thar could screw over his chances of getting into a good college later on! Damn it. Life was hard.
Bad ass was so much of an overstatement when referring to Aika. The most extreme thing he did was ditch school! That was his third time! It wasn't as bad ass this time around. He needed to do something so extreme before he ended up going back to his lame ass life. Aika glanced around the park, looking for his victim. Someone there was going to have something done to them! He just didn't know what he was going to do yet.
He overheard a mother screaming at her child to shut up. That wasn't very nice! But neither was crying for no reason. Aika's curiosity got the better of him and he turned to the side to look at what was going on. The kid looked to be about four years old, so it should of had some sense in it. Aika knew when he acted up at that age he was forced to practice math for hours. This child lacked discipline! That theory was proven to be fact when the mother finally got the kid quiet in an act of bribery. She gave the kid chocolate instead of solving the problems. Aika had to teach them a lesson! He threw his book behind him, not caring if it hit someone or not, and walked over to the pair. "There's a different way to do this!" He walked past them, snatching the chocolate bar from the kids hand and looking back at them with a glare as he took a bite out of it then smiled. He was feeling pretty proud of himself. This was pretty bad ass of him, and he knew it. | [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true][atrb=vAlign,top] |
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Post by Kiro Akasashi on Oct 19, 2013 1:52:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET — THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE. WORDS here.
MUSE here.
TAGGED here.
NOTES here
STATS: HAN: 10--REI: 9--HAK: 10--SEI: 10--BUK: 8--HOH: 10
Kiro had a day off fromwork, so he decided to work out a bit. He decided to go to the gym first, which is where he works more on lifting weights. So after dressing up in a black tank top, a pair of black and red gym shorts, and some sneakers, he headed off onto the sidewalk. One thing he never leaves without, other than his phone, wallet, and keys, is his musical device. He was a known music lover, so he would not be caught leaving his home without the device on him somewhere. to keep it in place, he wears a shirt underneath with a pocket. The sleeves on the shirt where teared off, so it is only seen above the hemline of his tank top.
Putting his earphones in his ears, he went through his music collection to find the perfect music to listen to. Once he did, he nodded back and forth before heading off to the gym. He didn't really count walking to the place as work out, but it was a good warm up. Once he made it to the gym, he had to show them his membership like always, eventhough the idiots have seen him over a good fifty times. It used to annoy him, but he has learned to go with the flow and ignore it, even though the moments where they address him by his first name annoyed him even more. "Time to get to work." he stated while clapping his hands together.
Walking pass familiar members, he gave them a slight wave or a nod of his head. He wasn't really the type to be jolly or greet those with much emotion, unless aggression. He honestly did not know why he had so much pent up rage. it was just somethig that had to be tolerated. He has been working on it, even though he refuses to go to Anger Management, that shit was for idiots. He could learn to control his aggression, some how. As for now, his attention was focus on the incline. Putting two fourty fives. a ten, and a cookie on both sides, he sat down and went to work. Starting from one, he did multiple reps until he hit eight. Repeating the process a few more times, he took a breather and raised up to look for his next conquest. Moving onto the bench, he repeated the process until he was finish. He then moved on to the next until he was soar and sweating all over.
Once he was done here, he headed out of the gym and to a store to pick up a bottle of water. He always like to finish up his work out with a jog, usually pass the park. So after resting a bit and quenching his thirst, he headed off into a sprint. His hair, which was usually spiked and upward, ws now place in a ponytail. The sweat tended to make it limp, and he disliked when it fell into his face while running, so he always place it up. With it out of the way, he was now able to run along as he pleased. Which he did, passing by the park, his current focus was stayed lock onto the ground in front of him. It was at that moment that a book came flying right at his head. Coming to a stop, he look down to the book and then up to the direction where it came. Seeing a male, he shot a gaze that would make one think that he wanted to kill the boy. But since he was working on his anger, he breathed in and out beforepicking up the book and heading in his direction. Tossing the book at the male's back, he waited for him toturn before putting the punk in his place. Since he was young he wasn't going to kick his ass, but he will make the brat run home to mommy.
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Post by Aika Hikaru on Nov 2, 2013 18:31:05 GMT -5
What I'm about to say is a secret So, just walking away casually hadn't been a good idea. He needed to run, which was something he mentally took note of. The mother began screaming at him as soon as he took the candy from the child, and Aika didn't even feel like turning to look at her. He was annoyed with how her voice sounded, and honestly thought she just needed to keep quiet. The mixture of both her screaming, and her child's screaming was enough to drive anyone insane, but not him. Aika kept his cool, even when she called him a large string of foul names. No, he wasn't going to stoop to her pathetic level. She needed to shut the hell up and deal with her kid. He looked back at her with a glare, then continued on his bad ass stride. No one was going to take this random act of awesome away from him!
Except for the book. He forgot he had thrown it earlier. He felt it hit him on the back, and it knocked him over with a very large force. More force than he had even thrown it in the first place. Aika's face met the ground, and it was a very unpleasant meeting. What was the deal with this thing, anyway? He pushed himself up, turning himself slightly in the process, not wanting to fully get up in case his book brought it's friends. But that was not the case. Apparently some blonde guy threw it at him.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Aika glared at the man, finally finding the courage to get off the ground. He brushed off his outfit and fixed his hair, wanting to keep a proper appearance even though his bad ass one was now ruined. The woman from before was now laughing at him, telling Aika that that was what he deserved. He knew it wasn't, so it was fine. He flipped her off, then flipped off the blonde guy in front of him. These people sucked. Aika was about to run over to the lady to kick her child, but she ran off. Now this guy had to feel his wrath and anger. "If you have a damn problem with me, then you have to find a better way to deal with it!" He knew this man couldn't of possibly had a problem with him. A noticeable one, anyway. He had never met him. Then it dawned on him... He was littering! This man was probably one of those hard core cops you saw on the tv, bringing him to justice!
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Post by Kiro Akasashi on Nov 9, 2013 9:58:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET — THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE. WORDS here.
MUSE here.
TAGGED here.
NOTES here
STATS: HAN: 10--REI: 9--HAK: 10--SEI: 10--BUK: 8--HOH: 10
He took notice to the screaming child and mother before tossing the book at the brat. He wasn't surprised that the male had angered someone else, he did seem like the most troublesome of people. The brat must of did something to the woman's child, mothers usually always scream at someone for messing with their child. Plus the brat was histerically crying, what did the dude just do? Then again, it isn't hard to anger little children. Take their candy or calling them a mean name could do just that. Kiro would know it, he's done it before, but it really wasn't on purpose or anything.
Tossing the book at the brat, it sent him flying face first onto the pasture of grass. Looking off to his right, he formed a awkward expression for a moment. "Didn't think I used that much power." he spoke under his breath. Keeping his cool, his expression shifted back to aggression as his arms folded over his chest. He had to remind himself over and over to not lose his temper or anything, it was usually very easy for him to do. And he couldn't very well slap the brat around while during a fit of rage. Well, he could, but would end up doing some serious damage. And it wasn't something he wanted to do, not unless the brat provoked him, that wouldn't be a good thing to do
Stepping up to the kid, it was obviously he wasn't very happy. He didn't care of course, he really just wanted to make the brat shit his pants in fear. That was why his eyes expressed pure anger, his entire body posture showed that he was pissed. He was really putting on a show, veins showing, muscles flexing, and what not. If it gets tiesome he would just give up and back hand the brat. "You see that book?! It hit me while I was trying to get a good work out! I don't like that very much. Plus you was fucking with a little kid, which means you deserve a ass beating, you pesky little brat!" his voice was raised pretty high every time he spoke to the boy. At the same time he slowly pace forward. His arms unfolded from over his chest and drop to his side. Now standing before the boy, he raised his right hand to give him a light push forward. If it sends him on the ground, oh well, not his fault he can't control his strength. "Come on, fight me!" he taunted. He would think the boy wasn't the type to back down, so he would more than likely try.
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Post by Aika Hikaru on Dec 7, 2013 22:30:14 GMT -5
What I'm about to say is a secret Aika crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow as the man tried to put on a menacing act. It would've been the normal reaction to be scared of aman of this size who so obviously could snap Aika like a twig, but he wasn't. There was something about his extreme try-hard macho behavior and the way he talked that just screamed ghetto that made Aika wish he knew how to fight just so he could knock some grammar into this asshole. If it weren't so perfectly obvious that he was just picking on a kid, who was much weaker than he was, then Aika would have stated so. Instead, he had to find some way to end this peacefully. He didn't want to die, and he knew causing trouble would cause an instant one-hit coma. He wasn't that dumb, of course.
He didn't respond the the taunt to fight him. It would be very stupid to try to take him on. With the muscles and the veins and the god awful hairstyle, it seemed pretty easy to tell that this guy meant serious business. But Aika didn't want that. He wanted him to just leave, peacefully if he could. He could argue all he wanted, as long as he didn't lay a hand on Aika's small and possibly weak body.
Aika tapped his foot on the ground, glaring at the man as he did so. He kept his arms crossed to show his annoyance in him. This guy looked to be all brawn and no brains, so Aika wasn't sure how to deal with him without pissing him off. Instead of saying anything for awhile, he just stared at him. His glare faded to a blank expression while he awkwardly stared at the man, hoping to shoo him away as the seconds passed.
Aika didn't want another moment to pass, even though only one minute of awkward silence had gone by. It was still too much. He decided to just speak, and hopefully give this man some sense without using violent tacts."You know... Fighting a little kid is low. How old are you, anyway? Like, 30-something? It's going to look really bad to the cops that you're picking on a kid. An obviously weaker one, at that. Why don't we just let this little mishap slide. I didn't see you there, even though I should have. My mistake, okay? I will own up to my faults, but let's not have this come down to unneccesary violence when we both know you are a million times stronger than I." He brushed some of his bangs out of his face, then re-crossed his arms. There was no sense in letting this go on for too long. Aika had to go back to being a complete bad ass, and he couldn't do that with buff blondie around. | [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true][atrb=vAlign,top] |
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Post by Kiro Akasashi on Dec 10, 2013 0:08:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] NEVER FORGET, NEVER REGRET — THAT ISOLATED SHELL OF PROTECTION EXISTS NEVERMORE. WORDS here.
MUSE here.
TAGGED here.
NOTES here
STATS: HAN: 10--REI: 9--HAK: 10--SEI: 10--BUK: 8--HOH: 10
It wasn't long before his interest in all this died down. In all honesty, he didn't even feel like beating the boy's ass, it would be to easy. The boy was like thirty pounds, beating him would be like beating up a infant child. And he would never beat up a infant, or a toddler, nobody under the age of fifteen or sixteen. Unless its one of those gang of brats that try to steal your money. Them little twelve and thirteen year olds pissed him off. He remember his first encounter with them, the little punks fooled him into taking his wallet and swipe it. Took him half a hour of running before getting it back.
One would think that they would learn, but the brats tried it again. That time he had to get a bit physcial, which of course didn't end to well. Once one of them started crying, he dip out of there so fast. Last thing he needed to deal with was some loud mouth moms, those women were ruthless. And with his temper, he would of rip them a new one, until they beat him with their purses. He couldn't explain how much that shit hurt, especially with the shit they had in a their purses. Fuck that, he remember retaliating with a newspaper, but that was even worse, bitches kick him in the balls and gave him a black eye.
Drifting out of thought, he had almost forgotten about what the hell he was doing. Oh yeah, the brat, what the hell was taking him so long to speak. But then again it had probably only been a minute, which was still rather long. When the boy did speak, he said Kiro was thirty something. The fuck? How the hell did he get thirty? He would of at least said twenty, that would of suffice. But no, the mutherfucker had to say thirty. Did he really look that old? Nah, he couldn't.. Shaking his head a bit, he formed a slight smirk. "You are quite quick with that mouth. For your information I am eighteen, not that older than you, wait, how old are you? Ten? Eleven? Thirteen at the most? I couldn't beat up such a young brat, shouldn't you be in school anyway? Why are you here tormenting toddlers?" he questioned as he raised his right brow. Folding his arms over his chest, he really had to admire the brat's spunk. He had a mouth on him, like most brats these days. He could just have the mother of the kid he made cry, deal with him, should be fun to see her beat him with her purse or daiper bag.
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