Post by Jak Halcom on Nov 15, 2014 15:31:40 GMT -5
(OOC: Jak training for SP)
Jak was walking home from his martial arts master/land lord's place heading back to his apartment above his mothers flower shop. The wind blew his spiky hair around as he walked through the empty streets of Karakura town. Jak had on his usual black vest on and blue jean pants as well as his sour expression. He always seemed to be in a sour mood. He was in he mood for some more training, and luckily for him, there were no shortage of people on the streets at night.
It didn't take him long to find a group of delinquents and thugs heading his way. They all seemed around his age and all had the same uniform on. They must be coming home from some act of delinquency, but he had to ask, why do it in your school uniform? It made no sense to Jak, but then again he didn't care. He only wanted to put someone into the ground. He changed his path slightly so he would bump into the leader of the gang rather hard. The leader of the stumbled from the hit, but backed into one of the larger boys in the group catching his balance.
"Hey what the hell is wrong with you?" He asked loudly practically shouting at Jak. Jak just stood there letting him yell and bark like the yappy dog he was. The silence he was getting from Jak seemed to make him even more angry. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself punk?" One of the larger boys stepped between them shifting into a fighting stance. He was tall around six foot five and had very short brown hair. He was built like a food ball player.
"What's the matter? Too scared to answer?" He asked with a deep voice. He moved his hand to poke Jak on the shoulder. The others fanned out around him surrounding the boy. Jak kept track of all six of the boys judging them by their size and stances their threat levels. Right now the only one that was a big threat was the tall one that stood in front of him and maybe the leader. People like that were always the least predictable.
The leader of the group pipped up again to throw one more insult at the boy thinking that he had the upper hand. He walked past his tall body guard confidently with an arrogant smile on his face. "Once we are done with you, we are going to find your mother, and we are going to use her like the whore she is right in front of--" He didn't get a chance to finish his threat let alone dodge the hard right cross that Jak landed on his face. The fist was red hot with anger leaving a minor burn on the gang leader's face.
"No one ever threats, or insults my mother." Jak said in a low growling voice. The chains around his arm clanked together as he raised his arms up into a fighting position his right arm glowing an angry red. He can take insults and threats to himself. He can take a few blows before finally attacking, but he will not tolerate any of those things directed at his mother even if she is dead. He looked at the leader with his crimson eyes which promised unrelenting pain.
Jak was walking home from his martial arts master/land lord's place heading back to his apartment above his mothers flower shop. The wind blew his spiky hair around as he walked through the empty streets of Karakura town. Jak had on his usual black vest on and blue jean pants as well as his sour expression. He always seemed to be in a sour mood. He was in he mood for some more training, and luckily for him, there were no shortage of people on the streets at night.
It didn't take him long to find a group of delinquents and thugs heading his way. They all seemed around his age and all had the same uniform on. They must be coming home from some act of delinquency, but he had to ask, why do it in your school uniform? It made no sense to Jak, but then again he didn't care. He only wanted to put someone into the ground. He changed his path slightly so he would bump into the leader of the gang rather hard. The leader of the stumbled from the hit, but backed into one of the larger boys in the group catching his balance.
"Hey what the hell is wrong with you?" He asked loudly practically shouting at Jak. Jak just stood there letting him yell and bark like the yappy dog he was. The silence he was getting from Jak seemed to make him even more angry. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself punk?" One of the larger boys stepped between them shifting into a fighting stance. He was tall around six foot five and had very short brown hair. He was built like a food ball player.
"What's the matter? Too scared to answer?" He asked with a deep voice. He moved his hand to poke Jak on the shoulder. The others fanned out around him surrounding the boy. Jak kept track of all six of the boys judging them by their size and stances their threat levels. Right now the only one that was a big threat was the tall one that stood in front of him and maybe the leader. People like that were always the least predictable.
The leader of the group pipped up again to throw one more insult at the boy thinking that he had the upper hand. He walked past his tall body guard confidently with an arrogant smile on his face. "Once we are done with you, we are going to find your mother, and we are going to use her like the whore she is right in front of--" He didn't get a chance to finish his threat let alone dodge the hard right cross that Jak landed on his face. The fist was red hot with anger leaving a minor burn on the gang leader's face.
"No one ever threats, or insults my mother." Jak said in a low growling voice. The chains around his arm clanked together as he raised his arms up into a fighting position his right arm glowing an angry red. He can take insults and threats to himself. He can take a few blows before finally attacking, but he will not tolerate any of those things directed at his mother even if she is dead. He looked at the leader with his crimson eyes which promised unrelenting pain.