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"Handsome fighters never lose battles."
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jul 17, 2017 16:08:29 GMT -6
The night was young, but the air had grown particularly dense and heavy over the last couple of hours. Not only was a storm coming, which made the entire environment around Gatsberry choke in anticipation and pressure; but there was also something much more sinister going around in the darkest areas of the crime infested town. The heavy air found its aura intensified by the yells and claps coming from several mouths rounding up around a squared circle improvised specifically for these situations. This was no longer a bad neighborhood or a mere dark alley...this was the Gladiators' Pit.
Jackson Reed was prolific in the art of boxing, that fact was more than given. Ever since starting his carreer, he had pummeled his way through the crowds of opponents thrown at him, not caring if they were big or small, strong or weak. When it came down to it, his fist collided with their jaws and they ended up stumbling down and collapsing on the ground. They were all his little trophies and his little toys, and he enjoyed the rush of adrenaline coursing through him each time he emerged victorious. People came, he beat them. He was cheered, he got paid. He got rich, he was happy.
Sadly, though, the reality was that boxing had a set of rules Jack had to follow through with, which annoyed him to no end. He liked to battle without restrains, feeling like a caged animal when he was forced to take it easy on anyone or hold back because his opponent could not keep up with him. Jack was not one with patience to deal with weaklings, so he and Sykes eventually worked around things, making their little side business.
It was simple enough...once every few weeks, a ring would be improvised and set up in the slums of the city, where few people dared to venture to. Jack himself would volunteer to take on whoever was brave enough to face him. With an entrance fee, each contestant had a shot of winning a large sum of money if they so much as lasted a round against Jack. It was easier siad than done, however, for the boxer made sure he came out winning rather quickly, generally beating his opponents up rather savagely while doing so. No referee to stop him, no set of rules to bind him. It was a battle fit for gladiators, and Jack was the champion, the emperor and the executioner.
The night had been generous to Jack, indeed. As he looked down, the motionless body of his latest oponent graced his sight with excitement. Dressed only in his combat shorts, Jack felt amused while he observed the half naked man whose pale skin was now covered in gashed and kissed by the bitter fists of the ruthless boxer. Truly, he was giving it the best he had.
Spitting to the side while rubbing his nose, the boxer motioned closer to the ropes, pressing his elbows against them while staring at those gathered around him. "Is that all you got? Are you not entertained?" he asked loudly, poiting at the people around him, his tone defiant and bordering on sheer arrogance. "Get this useless shit out of my ring." he order before spitting one again, this time onto the back of the man's neck. "Didn't even last a minute, this one. Come on, doesn't anyone feel like taking on the champion? It's just three fuckin' minutes, you runts!"
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When am I ever serious?
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Post by Al Cellini on Jul 17, 2017 18:02:34 GMT -6
The day had already flew by and nothing had been done. Al was supposed to be helping Peter today. They were supposed to be preparing for the storm that was suppose to hit Gatsberry. They ended up getting distracted and doing nothing that was planned. It was mostly Al's fault because he ended up getting lazy after doing one thing. He lied down in the middle of the street and refused to get up until Peter said they could take a break. Peter being a merciful person, also didn't want to see Al get hit by a car, agreed to the break. The break turned into all day though.
They did manage to get one thing done. They stole liquor and ended up getting tipsy off of it. More Al than Peter. Peter had to be somewhat responsible, considering Al was like a ticking time bomb of chaos. Al was walking down the alleyways with Peter, spinning happily and screaming for no reason. He turned to Peter and said, "Ginger, I have a brilliant idea to get cash!" He was thinking about the Gladiator's Pit. If you beat one man you apparently got loads of cash. He wiggled his eyebrows and said, "All we have to do is last one round! How bad can the guy be, Ginger!?" He continued to walk, pulling Peter now along with him. They managed to make it down to the pit.
A huge grin came across Al's face, "I'm gonna do it Peter, I'm gonna do it. Can you root and cheer for me?" Al began to take his shoes off. They weren't even his shoes. He had stole them off a man. They weren't his size and they had no grips whatsoever. He would be slipping and sliding all over the place if he wore them. He stopped to hear a man yell,
"Is that all you got? Are you not entertained?" he asked loudly, pointing at the people around him, his tone defiant and bordering on sheer arrogance. "Get this useless shit out of my ring." he order before spitting one again, this time onto the back of the man's neck. "Didn't even last a minute, this one. Come on, doesn't anyone feel like taking on the champion? It's just three fuckin' minutes, you runts!"
Al just stared at the man and then turned back to Peter, "Ginger, I'm going to fuckin' die! BUT, if I do survive maybe I can use the money to fix my broken bones and buy a ship?" He started walking to the ring and turned back to Peter hollering at him, "Hey, bury me in mom's robe and slippers if I don't make it, pal." He blew him a kiss in a playful manner and then hopped up, sliding into the ring.
He was borderline drunk and was feeling way to bold today. This would definitely be something that he would regret. He hopped up and stared at the man in the ring and then realized he seemed crazy. He also realized he was in way over his head, "Oh wait-... Oh, no... Ginger, never mind. He looks vicious." He then mouthed to Peter, Like a shark. He turned back to face the champion and smiled big, "Hi, there has been a mistake. I was going to do this and then I changed my mind after I saw you. No offence you look kind of fucking crazy, aggressive and I'm not fond of it." He shrugged and said, "So, I'm just gonna get going."
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I've found a new family. And here, it's all for one and....
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jul 17, 2017 20:35:35 GMT -6
Artemis had been planning on spending her day making sure everything was in order at her place. The hotel wasn't the most fabulous place to live, but it had been decent so far and she intended to make the best out of the living situation. Besides, there was always Dean and Chel. If one of them had something she might have forgotten, she was sure they wouldn't mind sharing. The weather had as of late been rather hot, but today wasn't so bad, truth be told it made her feel rather lazy. While any other time she would have indulged, the warnings about the oncoming storm were not to be ignored. As always she was cautiously avoiding the two main hooligans and their local haunts. More than likely Lacie was stuck indoors with her grandfather, or whatever number nanny she was on. That was fine by her, after the stunts she'd pulled a few weeks ago, it was better this way. While she'd run into the boys once or twice since then, her goal to maintain a low profile had been fairly successful. Today she'd decided to dress as a mix of her two personas. She was wearing trousers and a loose fitting shirt, her hair braided and pulled into a bun. She had a hat somewhere in the bags she was carrying.
After making a few more purchases Artemis was finishing paying for the goods when something, or more specifically, someones caught her eye. Unless her vision was telling her wrong, she was pretty sure it was Al Cellini and Peter. She shifted her focus back to the cashier. "What's going on in that direction?" The man shifted anxiously "something called the Gladiator's Pit, miss." The nervousness the man was exhibiting and her curiosity got the better of her. She handed over some more money to the man and requested he send her purchases to her room. With that issue settled she grabbed her hat and followed after the boys.
It took a few wrong turns, but the situation wasn't hard to mistake. The loud booming voice of the man in the middle made it very clear what his intentions were. "Is that all you got? Are you not entertained?" he asked loudly, pointing at the people around him, his tone defiant and bordering on sheer arrogance. "Get this useless shit out of my ring." Never before had a feeling of such disgust overwhelmed her. This man was cocky, selfish and rude, and it made her blood boil. This feeling was quickly replaced with dread as she saw shoes flying toward her. There were some words said but she was too far away to hear properly. As she made her way closer to the makeshift ring, she heard the all too familiar voice of Al. "Hi, there has been a mistake. I was going to do this and then I changed my mind after I saw you. No offense you look kind of fucking crazy, aggressive and I'm not fond of it." He shrugged and said, "So, I'm just gonna get going."Artemis looked around, her eyes landing on the red haired companion, and she let out a small groan. "They're either going to die, or going to get me killed," she muttered, making her way to Peter's side. "Red, isn't it a good idea to not let him do things like this?"
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Some of us aren't so lucky...
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Post by Peter Jones on Jul 17, 2017 23:21:15 GMT -6
This day was turning out to be quite the event, though it always was whenever Al was involved. Peter, who had finished moving out all of the homeless people from the shelters the day before, was now attempting to find more food and water to bring back to them. Or at least, that was what he was supposed to be doing. All sense of responsibility had flown away when Al had turned a forced break into an all-day event.
"Ginger, I have a brilliant idea to get cash!" Al said, taking a break from his spinning and screaming as he turned towards the redhead with excitement. Peter rolled his eyes, bracing himself for another one of Al's schemes. Though if he was honest, some of them actually came in handy at times.
"An' wha' migh' tha' be?" he asked, raising an amused eyebrow at the raven-haired boy.
Al gestured towards the structure known as the Gladiator Pit, infamous for its brutal fights and also its rewarding prize money. Peter instantly caught on to the scheme, though he scrunched up his nose slightly at the idea. "All we have to do is last one round!" Al said, his voice all carefree. "How bad can the guy be, Ginger!?"
Peter laughed, unable to help himself. "Ya don' wanna know, Coal Bin," he replied, giving the kid a knowing look as he continued to laugh, adjusting the cap on his head. Peter knew full well what Jackson Reed was capable of, having watched a few of the fights himself and seeing the gentlemen that came out of them. "Trus' me! Ya don' wanna go jumpin' in ta tha'- 'EY!" The redhead was cut off as Al grabbed onto his arm and started dragging him towards the building.
Thi'' i' no' gonna be good, Peter thought with an exasperated sigh as they neared the building, the yells and hollers from the audience mixing into a giant uproar. As they walked into the building amid the crowds of excited and overly drunk people, Al turned to look at him, grinning.
"I'm gonna do it, Peter," he said enthusiastically and with way more confidence than he should have. "I'm gonna do it. Can you root and cheer for me?"
"Uh, I ca' give ya som' advice, Coal Bin," the redhead replied, glancing over at the fight currently ongoing. The fellow who was now under the guy's feet was being brutalized, yet Al's attention seemed to be diverted elsewhere. "Ya ge' a lo'ta really awful ideas sometimes, an' I'm tellin' ya this i' one of 'em." He watched the raven-haired kid throw his shoes to the ground, though they both snapped their heads up towards the ring when the walls suddenly shook from the guy now standing triumphant in the middle.
"Ginger, I'm going to fuckin' die!" Al said, to which Peter could only raise an eyebrow at him in a very 'I told ya so' look. "BUT, if I do survive maybe I can use the money to fix my broken bones and buy a ship?"
Peter shook his head, giving him a more serious look now. "I'm serious, Al," he said, using his name as a leverage. He rarely said the name, only using it when things were of major importance, and right now, he needed Al to listen to him. "Don' go inta tha' ring. Yur no' gonna make i' ou' in one piece!"
But unfortunately, Al was far beyond listening at that point, Peter's words unreaching as he walked towards where Mister Reed stood. "Hey, bury me in mom's robe and slippers if I don't make it, pal," he called over his shoulder towards Peter, blowing him a kiss before stepping into the ring.
The redhead groaned audibly, tightening the grip of his cap on his head as he moved to a more convenient location in the building. Climbing up on one of the posts so that he was now sitting on the fence surrounding the interior, he watched Al freeze up and turn to look at him. 'Ginger, never mind. He looks vicious,' the kid mouthed, to which Peter mouthed back a quick 'Ya think?' before watching the rest of the disaster unfold. However, he wasn't expecting to see another familiar face come towards him, looking annoyed.
"Red," Arty groaned, looking at him from under his hat as he set himself down next to him, "isn't it a good idea to not let him do things like this?" He gestured towards Al now trying to exit the ring, and Peter gave the guy an exasperated sigh.
"If ya know of a way ta ge' 'im ta listen to ya, then I'm all ears," he replied back, his tone easily revealing how worried and frustrated he was about the situation as they watched the drama unfold. Peter just hoped that Al wouldn't do anything even more stupid at this point... though knowing his partner in crime, he was definitely going to have to be quick on his toes should anything happen.
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If you want to earn my loyalty, then you have to offer yours in return.
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Post by Thaddeus Sykes on Jul 18, 2017 20:21:20 GMT -6
Sykes always looked forward to the nights Jackson Reed would fight. Want to be tough guys find their way into his ring and hardly last one minute with the guy. Jack was a pro at what he did, he threw hard hits. Sykes loved watching him beat down each person who thought they had the guts to face him. His client was the best there was and the best there ever will be. Sykes was in his corner outside the cage, watching as Jack threw punch after punch on the poor fella. Every fist he threw landed and the guy was still up but, just like that, lights out. The bell rung, announcing Jack once again the winner. Sykes clapped and yelled, " That's my boy! " He laughed and shook his head at the knocked out man, bloody faced and not moving a muscle. It amused him how people thought they were tough enough to beat him. End up cocky at the beginning of the match then end up pleading at the end. Sykes smirked, watching Jack's hand get raised up.
" Is that all you got? Are you not entertained? Get this useless shit out of my ring. Didn't even last a minute, this one. Come on, doesn't anyone feel like taking on the champion? It's just three fuckin' minutes, you runts! "
Sykes shook his head, looking up at him. Jack was arrogant and cocky, but he had every right to be. Still undefeated, no one could seem to beat him. Sykes took a sip of his scotch and took a seat in the front near his corner. He knew whoever came up next was a goner, so might as well take a seat. He reached in his pants pocket and grabbed another cigar, lighting it. As he peaked back up, a skinny, raven haired boy stepped up. He seemed a little on the drunk side. He looked at Jack and immediately regretted walking into the ring.
" Hi, there has been a mistake. I was going to do this and then I changed my mind after I saw you. No offence you look kind of fucking crazy, aggressive and I'm not fond of it. So, I'm just gonna get going. "
Sykes snorted at how the kid was trying to get out of this. He knew there was no turning back for him, because once you walk in, Jack won't let you back out. This was going to be amusing to watch. The audience started to laugh at how this kid was acting. He was like a clown, seeming to have gotten himself into a bad situation. Now, he was fucked. He was in his ring, on his turf. He peaked and looked at the two friends of his. A tiny ginger and another boy with blonde hair. He smirked some, puffing a little on his cigar. He hoped they were praying for him, because this kid was in a load of trouble.
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