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[srsSam]

Trent Raden

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Your promises, they look like lies
Your honesty like a back that hides a knife.

Day one, Trent stepped off the bus along with dozens of others. Some adults, some kids, some teenagers just like him. Everyone here looked the same- some badass that thought he was gonna be the next ruler of this school. Much to his dismay, Trent was sure that he looked exactly the same as them. With so many people, all just as good as he was, around, he just couldn't help but be on edge. Just like everyone, he was waiting to see the first fight break out. Who was going to try and take the lead and establish a dominant hand first.

It was so stupid to get caught up in such a pace. Trent wasn't here to fight or take over the school or, hell, even join a club. He was here because it's the only school left that will take him. That and his master sent him here. All the green eyed boy wanted to do was get through the rest of high school and be done with it. With a bit of good luck the USA east coast regional champion and Olympic hopeful might just fly under the radar the whole school year.

To avoid the crowd, and the trouble that often came with it, Trent went around the left flank of the build where he happened upon a running track. He couldn't imagine a normal sports club making it in this school so it must be used for training. Running laps to work up endurance. It was a basic method but highly effective. There was a point where Trent was on the track team for his last school. It was a good way to keep his legs good and strong.

OOC:
Location: Outside- Track Field
Company:
Music:

Run away, run away, I'll attack.
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[srsSam]

Trent Raden

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Your promises, they look like lies
Your honesty like a back that hides a knife.

Against his policy of staying low and off the radar, Trent just couldn't deny the rush that came from running a lap as hard as you could. He laid his duffel bags off to the side and stepped out onto the track. His neck and back popped as he stretched out. Legs grew tight, then relaxed as he crouched down and smelled the orange track. An imaginary gun went off in his brain and he was off like the bullet before him. Martial arts was a blessing for breath control and with tae kwon do under his belt, there wasn't anyone out there with legs more powerful than his. He cleared the entire track in 13 seconds. Not bad for an amateur, not bad at all.

OOC:
Location: Outside- Track Field
Company:
Music:

Run away, run away, I'll attack.
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[srsSam]

Tse'elon

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This heart, it beats, beats for only you.

Off of her bus stepped the Israeli girl Tse'elon. Followed shortly behind her were several boys with broken noses and black eyes. For her, the battle for dominance in this school began the moment she was recognized as a girl by such pigs. They'd think twice from now on before they tried to take on the tan beauty.

For Tse'elon, there was only one possible place that she'd go as soon as she arrived- the MMA club room. Most people gave mixed martial arts a bad rap for "polluting martial arts." In Tse'elon's opinion, they just couldn't handle the practicality behind it. in a country filled with war and violence, you don't have time for forms and katas. You need effective self defense moves that destroy your opponent and leave you ready for the next opponent. Her military background drilled this into her head and she knew it was the right course of action. This would be how she proved it too. With the MMA club she'd destroy every other martial artist in this school and finally settle the debate over which style was the best.

OOC:
Location: MMA Club room.
Company:
Music:

My heart is your heart.
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[srsSam]

Tse'elon

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This heart, it beats, beats for only you.

Tse'elon entered the room to find a chi user destroying other club members. His wind chi was giving him enhanced reflexes- allowing him to get the better of his opponents. It was sad really, that this is what they called MMA in this school. The girl dropped her bag, removed her shoes, and took off her shirt. She was now in her black slacks and wife beater. As she stepped into the ring, the rest of the club couldn't help but laugh. Tse'elon only smirked back.

"You might want to put some pads on baby. We do full contact here."

"Show me what you can do." She seduced him in with soft word and a pushed out chest. His arrogance would be his folly. As soon as he was in range she bashed an elbow into his nose. He managed to pull back just in time to prevent serious damage but now he knew he had to take the b***h seriously. He moved in with a beautiful roundhouse. His shin drove straight into the girl's soft midsection- just below the ribs and above the pelvic. To his shock though, the girl showed no stagger from the blow.

"In mixed martial arts, enhanced reflexes and these chi powers don't matter!" She used superior leverage to topple her opponent. Once he was on the ground, she drove an elbow into both of his calves- stunting his ability to move. She rolled up to his body and began driving knees into his abdomen under his guard broke away from his face. With swift movements and proper technique, the chi user quickly found himself in a tight arm bar with her feet strangling him. Every time he attempted to move, she bent something the way it wasn't suppose to go. His arm completely belonged to her and the lights were going out.

"No matter what, they're still human beings. They have the same weaknesses as anyone else. Once you exploit those-" her opponent passed out from lack of oxygen and she finally release. "That's what mixed martial arts should be! A quick take down, break apart your opponent, then finish him off fast enough to move to the next."

Jaws were on the floor, mics had been dropped. Tse'elon had just inadvertently defeated the vice captain of the club.

OOC:
Location: MMA Club room.
Company:
Music:

My heart is your heart.
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[srsSam]

Trent Raden

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Your promises, they look like lies
Your honesty like a back that hides a knife.

Satisfied with his run, the young man flung his bags over his shoulder and pressed on into the school. Despite the large amount of students the school hosted, it wasn't so hard to figure out where he was going. It had a basic layout with an Academic building, several club buildings scattered throughout the place, and the dormitory building in the back. Trent easily found his dorm and began to unpack his bags. He tore open a hole in his box spring and stuffed one of his bags into the construction to keep it hidden. His second bag held his clothes and other every day materials which were properly put away.

OOC:
Location: D-1-3
Company:
Music:

Run away, run away, I'll attack.
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[srsSam]

Trent Raden

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Your promises, they look like lies
Your honesty like a back that hides a knife.

The young man sat alone in his room. This was the plan, he kept telling himself. He'd just sit in his room. He'd go to class, he'd do his work, he'd keep his head down. As long as he did that, then he could stay out of trouble and everything would be fine. A series of loud bangs and crashes started coming from outside his door. Bright green eyes narrowed in- as if their stare could will the confrontation to stay far away from him. It didn't work.

Two bodies broke the door frame and came, sloppily, tumbling in as they fought. Something about who got which side of the room. Trent wasn't really paying attention. He was more concerned about how to get these two out of his room. One picked up a desk chair and smashed it over the others head.

"Hey fellas, do you think you could keep it to your own room?" They obviously ignored him as the other grabbed the first and lifted him into a suplex that smashed through the desk. That was it, no more could be asked. Trent got up and placed his hand on the guy's shoulder. "Alright man, that's enough."

"Man, ******** you!" The guy turned around and punched Trent in the face with all he had. The black haired boy stumbled back with a red cheek only to turn back to the trespassers with dark rage in his eyes.

Loud cries filled the halls and then silence. Curious by standers gathered around only to catch enough of a glimpse to see Trent's back as he rounded a corner. The two boys that invaded his room would be discovered to be beaten to bloody pulps and stuffed into the dorm's bath tub with cold water raining down on them.

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Location:
Company:
Music:

Run away, run away, I'll attack.
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[srsSam]

Trent Raden

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Your promises, they look like lies
Your honesty like a back that hides a knife.

Trent had just barely managed to escape the dorm building before anyone could see that it was him in the recent fight. Without thinking about where he was going, he managed to duck into the cafeteria. The room had yet to open so he was all alone in the great expanse. With a harsh thud that echoed through the room, Trent planted his head on the table.

"Dammit. What am I gonna do."

"Hey kid, help me out." A voice called from the distance. An adult, presumably someone that worked in the kitchen, was carrying a stack of boxes. One had fallen to the ground. With a lazy sort of walk, Trent went over and picked it up for him. "Carry it to the kitchen for me would you?"

OOC:
Location: cafeteria
Company: npc teacher
Music:

Run away, run away, I'll attack.
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[srsSam]

Tse'elon

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This heart, it beats, beats for only you.

Satisfied that all had been set as she would have it, Tse'elon left the MMA club room and made her way to the second most important task of the day- taking a shower. She was a girl after all and just because she had to beat the crap out of boys didn't mean that she had to go through the day smelling like them. She left the club in time to miss the boys now talking about sending the club captain after her for retribution. They were easy enough to control while she was there, but men are prideful creatures.

Tse'elon found her way to her dorm easily enough. The school was simple enough to navigate. First floor and first room in the D building. If she understood correctly, this school took in children of all ages and organized them by building. The bizarre thing about it was the B building. It was half burned down but no one had bothered to bull doze it or rebuild the place. Strange.

The girl locked the door behind her and tossed her bags onto the bed. Hot water instantly formed steam in the bathroom as she prepared for her shower. Little did she know, that she was followed the whole way there.

OOC:
Location: dorm D-1-1
Company:
Music:

My heart is your heart.
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[srsSam]

Trent Raden

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Your promises, they look like lies
Your honesty like a back that hides a knife.

Since he had nothing better to do, Trent complied. With the box in hand he walked into the kitchen. Instantly, the boy was taken aback. The look, the smells, the sounds. Trent had never experienced anything like this before. Sure, there was his mom's kitchen but he had never been anywhere near a professional kitchen.

"Hey, over here kid." Trent followed the cook into the back where the large walk-in cooler was. "Never been in a kitchen huh?"

"I expected a school kitchen to be a bit more lack luster."

"Normally you'd be right. But this school has some special students so it needs special meals. With the work outs that you guys do, we need to provide special diets. So you end up with dozens of chefs all with special skills. But I bet that's boring to a martial artist."

"You'd be wrong, I find it absolutely fascinating. Martial arts isn't all that fun anyway. It's hard work that you have to constantly keep up on. Otherwise you get fat and rusty." The chef laughed at the comment. Much more that Trent found comfortable.

"Well then, how about I show you around for a bit?"

OOC:
Location: cafeteria/kitchen
Company:
Music:

Run away, run away, I'll attack.
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[srsSam]

Tse'elon

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This heart, it beats, beats for only you.

The young man left the kitchen feeling pretty good about himself. He was able to help out with some of the prep worked and absorbed everything he was told about food. It was such a strange feeling, being able to focus on something other than fighting. It made him feel... happy. As he strolled along back to his dorm he noticed a troop of guys moving in on the location. The boys looked like they were out for blood. Trent could only sigh in disbelief.

"This school's no joke. Everyone wants to be top dog." It wasn't that he was following the guys. It was just that they were going to where his dorm was. Thankfully, they saddled up next to D-1-1. He was worried for a moment that he'd have to go through another fight. They stared the boy down as he walked past them and into his room. If Trent didn't know better, he'd swear he heard a showering running in D-1-1.

The moment Trent closed his door, the MMA club smashed open the door to Tse'elon's room. Even with the shower running, the young girl heard the break in as clear as day. She didn't draw the curtain back, she ripped it off the wall and quickly wrapped a towel around herself. If she were content to fight naked, she would've made it in time to properly defend herself but that towel cost her too much time. In a mere second after the front door had been broken into, a large combat boot kicked in the bathroom door. In front of the girl only wrapped in a towel stood a giant of a teenager. At 6'7" and weighing 220lbs, the captain of the MMA club Guy Garrik. They say he comes from a long line of U.S. Marines and has already enlisted for when he graduates from Kongo-Jyu-Mon.

In the mean time, Trent instantly turned around and went after the guys. He might not know the situation but he knows seven on one isn't a fair fight for anyone. Despite four of the club members guarding the hall, Trent stomped at them with unflinching resolve. One of them was even stupid enough to walk up to Trent with a hand extended to say "stop." The poor b*****d instantly received Trent's step-behind side kick to the stomach. He wasn't knocked out but he'd be on the ground throwing up for a while.

With one hand on her towel and the other as her guard, Tse'elon knew she was in deep trouble. She expected retaliation from the heads of the MMA club but nothing like this. Nothing like the captain having no honor or respect.

"What the hell is this? You can't just walk in here like that."

"Somebody here doesn't know the rules. You can do whatever you want in this school so long as you can actually get away with it. Normally I'd be worried about those student council airheads getting involved in this but since you attacked my club members first, I think I'll get off pretty easy." He popped his knuckles and moved in on the girl with a sinister smile broad on his face. She opened her mouth to argue again but he wasn't going to have it. He raised his hand up and slapped her. Tse'elon's guard was able to defend the blow but the sheer difference in their power made a perfect guard impossible. The young Israeli was smacked so hard the her head bounced off the sink as she fell to the ground. Her vision blurred from the blow.

"What's happening...."

"Hey, captain." The three boys in the room looked over to the doorway to see a demonic figure standing there. His black hair fell over his face but did nothing to hide the piercing gaze of his green eyes. Behind the boy they could see one of their teammates half imbedded in a wall. And gripped tight in his hand was the hair of their vice captain- still attached to his head.

"Who the hell are you?!" The boy tossed the trash to the feet of the MMA fighters. A low growl escaped from deep within his throat.

"I'm D-1-3." Trent charged in strong with the two club members coming right at him. The captain would've joined them but while he was distracted he took a hard blow to the head from Tse'lon's toilet lid. The girl was back to her senses and ready for some pay back. The captain turned to retaliate only to take the girl's foot to his stomach as a harsh push kick. Even with his size, he was forced to take a few steps enough back that he'd step on his vice captain. The change in flooring put him off balance and left him wide open for Tse'elon's rising knee to his face. The two of them landed on her bed, with Tse'elon using the bounce to launch herself into a flip right over top of him. She took off her towel and wrapped it around his neck, pushed on the bottom of the bed for leverage, and pulled with all of her might.

Trent fought powerfully against his foes but unlike the ones in the hall, these two were working together. When Trent went to attack one, he took a hit from the other. When he guarded one side, he took a shot to his blind spot from the other. He deliberately backed himself into a corner to force the two in front of him but now his mobility had been removed and he was fighting against CQC specialists. One moved forward and out of instinct, Trent went for the round house. It was a fatal mistake. The tae kwon do master's leg was snatched out of the air and Trent was instantly pulled to the ground with his legs getting bound in some hold that he could never guess the name of. He struggled to get back onto his feet but now the second foe was on top of him, locking his arm in an arm bar. The pain was almost unbearable as they pulled and twisted his joints in directions they weren't suppose to go. It was only by pure force of strength that Trent's limbs weren't broken already but it was only a matter of seconds.

The mattress made for poor support. If Tse'elon had pulled this move off on a hand surface the fight would already be over. But Guy was able to dig his body in under the towel and pull himself free. He coughed and rubbed his throat, it'd be black and blue in the morning, as he adjusted himself. Tse'elon pulled an entire blanket around herself and seemed much more confident than she did in the bathroom. Guy was getting worried now but shoved the doubt out of his mind. He moved in close to Tse'elon and threw a series of jabs to test her out. The girl easily ducked and weaved through them- even with the blanket. He stepped in forward again to keep the distance closed but soon discovered his mistake once more. She pulled the blanket out from under him. With a mighty thud, Guy Garrik hit the floor once more. And this time, Tse'elon made sure it would be fatal. She pulled the blanket over his head, wrapped him up tight in it, and squeezed with all she had. Her legs pushed on his back while her arms pulled the blanket tight. Guy struggled and panicked and thrashed about but it was far too late. With a deathly scream, the Israeli girl pulled under the thrashing came to an end.

Trent's strength was giving out. His limbs were going to be snapped like twigs. Until he noticed a potted plant on the dresser above them. With his free left arm, he punched the furniture as hard as he could. Jut enough to move the pot off and onto the three of them. The MMA fighters couldn't begin to guess his plan but with dirt all over him, Trent could tap into his chi. Suddenly, all the might his foes could muster wasn't enough to hold him down. With just the strength of his one arm, Trent threw his opponent out of the arm bar and into the ceiling- where he stayed. The boy at up and looked at the opponent wrapped around his legs. He tried to run away but Trent decked him in the jaw- easily breaking it. The black haired boy stood up and stomped on the ground. The opponent stuck to the ceiling fell back down on top of his comrade. Done.

OOC: awww yeah. Naked Tse'elon choking bitches out.
Location: dorm D-1-1
Company:

Run away, run away, I'll attack.
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[srsSam]

Tse'elon

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This heart, it beats, beats for only you.

As the heat of combat began to slowly drain from the room, Trent began to look around for intervention. A clear sign that he was used to people breaking up his fights. Cops, security, whatever. "No one's coming." The Israeli girl called out as she pulling a long blue shirt over her body. It must've been pajamas because it went down over her butt. Trent cursed inside his mind that he didn't take better control of the opportunity to catch the peep show. Damn nobility was always getting in the way.

"Must be your first year. Here in Kongo-Jyu-Mon there's only one rule to settle things between students. 'The Strong Rule.' As in the strong rule this school. You can do whatever you want as long as you can actually do it."

The young black haired boy threw his hands in the air and then slapped them against his legs. "So, what? No teacher is going to stop this? Meat heads just run around, picking on girls?"

"And dark haired boys run in and break their bones." Tse'lon wasn't defending them but she didn't like anyone that had a "Mightier-than-thou" look about them. Which Trent obviously had. "There's a sort of Student Council made up of some of the strongest students in the school. Their moral compass is usually something to worry about so general society rules are still followed. Besides, I think these clowns have learned their lesson."

She spoke while picking up a pair of jeans off the ground and sliding them on around the shirt. Trent thought about turning around but this girl was obviously not shy. And obviously very strong. It was... arousing but also humbling. There was respect forming in his mind for this chick. "You gonna help me get rid of this trash or just leave your mess for a woman to clean up."

A genuine smile grew on Trent face against her brash command. "I don't mind a few chores." One by one they picked the MMA Club members up and took them out front of the dorm building. They'd get up soon and Tse'elon assured Trent that there was a fine infirmary that they could take themselves to. They returned inside where Tse'elon went to the bathroom to change into some real clothes while Trent inspected her door frame.

OOC:
Location: dorm D-1-1
Company:

Run away, run away, I'll attack.
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[srsSam]

Tse'elon

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This heart, it beats, beats for only you.

"Doesn't look too bad." The frame was sturdy and popped off as one whole. He just had to close the door and put the chuck of wood back into the wall for it to stay. "It just needs new nails put in."

Tse'lon came out of her bathroom in the same clothes but was now wearing all of her underwear with it. Despite being a girl of practicality over substance, she still held on to the little normal things in life. "You always jump in to save girls?"

"I just find it hard to avoid any fight. Especially when someone's out numbered. Do you always go picking fights with guys twice your size?" His eyes drifted over the girl's frame. He saw how she took down Guy, she was trained and practice in some serious combat. It couldn't have been her first time against a full grown man.

"I find it difficult to avoid beating up chauvinists. Especially when they're twice the size of anyone." She placed a hand on her hip and pushed out her chest with confidence and she looked on at the black haired boy. She liked how he treated everyone as equals but didn't like how that meant looking down on everyone equally. He was confident but an a**. It seemed a bit like he was over compensating for something.

OOC:
Location: dorm D-1-1
Company:

Run away, run away, I'll attack.
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