RAZA GRIFFENS
FEMALE 
Honeywood : Double #0304
Synister Waitress & Street Fighter[M:0:]
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Post by RAZA GRIFFENS on Jun 21, 2013 8:15:24 GMT -5
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;]Tucked away in the abandoned section of Brooklyn, between an empty storage house zone and half a warehouse, the rest fallen and crumpled, a decent sized group of people were gathered in the late afternoon light. Away from the prying eyes of the public and the authorities they not only dragged out drinks, music and a few boxing supplies from the storage houses they managed to break into and claim as their own a while back, but the people formed a ring where they could see who was the strongest amongst them. They were street fighters, a group of people that would come together to train and fight for riches, in reality there was no name to their so called group as they were just people having a good time with something they had in common, a lust for blood and adrenaline. Taking a heavy drag from a cigarette, Raza was among the cluster of people, leaning against a metal fence as she watched with anticipation and delight, a smirk sitting on her face as she judged if the person she was rooting for was going to win. The various shouts and cries of encouragement or failure ringing in her ears as the pair scrabbled, the other eventually being thrown head first into a garbage can corner. With the ring leader of the day calling the fight, it was declared over as people went on break until the next lot could be called and sorted for the next cluster of fights. Thank god she didn’t place a bet on the poor fellow stuck in the trash. That no longer mattered as she was focused on stretching and warming up again as she voted to be part of the next group, people already starting to vote on who they wanted to win and if they were bold enough, even placing bets. Considering Raza already had a warm up fight the anticipation was still boiling in her veins that when everyone was called back together she instantly stepped into the ring first. One could tell she had already been in a light scuffle with the shadow of a bruise forming on her cheek bone and the half hearted tear in her shirt but she wanted something more serious. She wanted a challenge, something more fun! “Come on!” Yelling at the crowd and riling them up further as the betting, shouts and music continued to rise, her face twisting into a wicked smirking snarl. “Come on, have I scared enough of you shits off!?” Again she was egging looking for her opponent among the crowd. Generally how it worked, the opponent chose the challenger, simple as that. Having been part of this group for quite a while she has already fought a number of members and won just as much as she lost, people quickly learning she can easily become quite the danger and threat in a fight with how merciless she could be. If she wasn’t being restrained like a rabid dog when riled up, she’d be attacking until the person not only was down but most likely until the poor soul was completely out. Leaning back onto the heels of her combat boots, her fingers ran over her suspenders until thumbs hooked behind them, snapping them against the front of her body “Oh I see you’re all chickens, that’s fine...”Within minutes of her starting to egg the crowd on she could see the various reactions, some even making a move to get to the ring. However just when she thought she ended up with an opponent with how a foot stepped forward, suddenly they stopped, looking over their shoulder. Raza’s red eyes at this narrowed, hands on her hips as she rocked on her heels, curious, considered she heard a voice she didn’t recognise as part of the group “Oh what do we have here?” Innocently her head tilted, curious on what the disturbed crowd was going to reveal. Obviously it wasn’t a danger to their gathering as no one scattered yet, so it must be a friend of sorts. TAG: Jack~ NOTES: --- MUSIC: Blue Stahli - Takedown |
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JACK COYT
MALE
Honeywood : Single #0307
FL Detective & Street Fighter[M:0:]
Posts: 8
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Post by JACK COYT on Jun 24, 2013 3:58:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; ,bTable] Jack was familiar with this scene, he came every once and a while usually egged on by a few friends he made in the scene. Brawling was the only real way to get a handle on the uncontrollable temper, or at least tame it. This HOLYLAND that he had found a few months ago became that release. Standing between barbarianism and civility nearly an animal. However, he left his frustrations here, a few fights and his day would return to normal, a casual drink at a pub and back home. The crowd was far feistier today. Tucked into the writhing throng of bodies occasionally raising a hand to shout “COME ON JIM!” One hand cupped to the side of his mouth aiming to get some directed volume.
It was a good match, and the winner wasn’t Jim. Today had started off as a strange one, wanting to let fate pick his fight rather than his temper. Ring Master waved hands to signal the end, and Jack with a few others ran over to fish their associate out of the dumpster. Jim was a little rattled, if only he had just watched that Judo throw—it probably wouldn’t have cost him the match. Hell he almost felt bad that the poor bugger didn’t see it coming. Nevertheless he patted Jim on the back “It’s alright mate, no harm done, you will get them the next time.” Like a wise coach he tried to uplift spirits all around.
”You’re fighting next ain’t ya Jack?” Billy, another one in their group, spoke up. Giving a cliché thumbs up, and flashed a smile. Some of his teeth on the right side of his mouth were missing—far too many losing battles. Seemed that Jack was attracted to the underdogs. Hesitantly he smiled back, patting Jim on the back letting Billy take the lead.
Fate strung in, well Eliza strung in which was kind of like fate. “There she is, the elusive T-Rex.” Voice dressed up in an Australia accent as if to add flare to the narration “Watch as she pushes her chest forward, and roars at the peons.” Jack tried not to chuckle, it was supposed to be serious after all. Though if he went in with blind rage there was probably little chance to take her down—if he didn’t moderate his own excitement. Seems she took a helping to some of the spectators, and she might have found herself a target if he hadn’t stepped in.
“Oi oi, you will be fighting me, DRAGON LADY” both hands were raised up, a bit traditional as he bounced back and forth. Tennis shoes caught the loose bits of gravel firmly. Switching from SOUTHPAW to ORTHODOX a few times to make sure the slick blood didn’t make it too hard for him to move; ending up in SOUTHPAW. Then a chamber of jabs were fired off from his leading left hand. “These blokes aren’t nearly fired up enough to handle you.” Sleeveless grey hoodie, with his face hidden behind a baseball cap and a curtain of black hair. Loose sweat pants hugged his hips tight, with a tank-top tucked into the waistband.
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RAZA GRIFFENS
FEMALE
Honeywood : Double #0304
Synister Waitress & Street Fighter[M:0:]
Posts: 10
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Post by RAZA GRIFFENS on Jun 24, 2013 23:32:07 GMT -5
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;]As the crowd parted it revealed to her the owner of the voice that called out. In the beginning it could be said that Raza’s expression was quizzical at his words as she rolled the notion of the nickname ‘Dragon Lady’ back and forth in her mind. That was certainly the first time in which she was called such a thing, however that blend of mild amusement and confusion changed to a sharp grin as she pulled her cigarette away from her lips. “Dragon Lady? Thats a new one” As she spoke the cigarette smoke funneled from her nose and mouth as if to emphasize and silently say that she approved. Now that he was within the ring bouncing lightly from foot to foot and jabbing the air with curled fists she was able to get a better look at him. With a raise of an eyebrow she paced from side to side for a few moments, sizing her opponent up and probably looking much like a shark with how she was stalking about. He was tall and well muscled she had to admit that. Though with that outfit and the tattoo’s in which he was holding, he could easily be considered intimidating out on the street. In fact his face seemed vaguely familiar. He was probably around here a couple times before and once she got a name she was pretty sure she’ll click in one way or another. Gossip and talk travelled fast and everyone seemed to know each other in one way or another when it came to this place. “Heh, your observant to talk I see. Well sweetie I hope you get a right kick out of this...I know I will~” A devilish smile curled onto her lips at his comment. It always boosted her ego when she was told such things. Shaking out her arms and clenching fists, eyes zeroed in on her opponent, her gaze a burning light of fire. Oh she was going to have fun with this. Dropping her cigarette on the ground she stamped onto it with the end of her combat boot. Her two mates in the background yelling out as they could tell she was about to get this whole thing started. Matt the scrawny looking male howling like a dog while the other who was known by the nickname ‘Joker’ due to his impressions, shouting out “Kick his ass Vampire!"Now that they started, everyone else started either rooting for Jack or for Raza, all sorts of shouts and bets being called out. With her eyes staying locked onto Jack her body slumped forward slightly as she bounced back two steps. She was going to make the moves to get this game rolling. Frankly she had enough of the flashy show they were giving each other. As soon as her boot hit the ground she pushed off into large bounding steps, her height helping her in crossing the distance between them and gaining some range because as soon as she got close enough her body started to rotate. By doing that momentum gathering she was going to turn and push off her feet in order to preform a follow through round house kick. Her leading foot aiming for his ribs, and if that failed her following leg would flick up in order to try and get him across the head as she would land and twist to face him once more. This was a movement of speed, her vision whipping round in order to stay focused on him. And yet throughout this she still managed to shout out “Got a name?”Even though she enjoyed fighting and the different styles of boxing, including kick boxing, at the very core of it all she was a street fighter. She didn’t mind playing dirty and in this ring, it wasn’t just fists that were used as demonstrated by the throw in the previous fight. Once the opponent was on their back for more than ten seconds the person standing was declared winner, unless they were of course declared winner through forfeit as it was pretty common for people to back out when they were getting kicked around like a rag doll. She was curious on what Jack had up his sleeve and of course what strength he possessed. She was itching for a challenge and good fight. TAG: Jack~ NOTES: Bam! xD MUSIC: Skillet - Kill me, Heal me |
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