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 Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 3:12 pm
I'm sick of waiting. I'm going to kick off my new RP. It's the year 2099. The world's largest martial arts tournamet is nearing it's close, and only eight fighters remian. They're reasons for entering may be different, but they're all vying for the same goal - The cash prize and title of World's Deadliest Person. The tournamet itself is being sponsored by the Kasion Corporation, a huge conglomerate. Thier reasons for holding the tournament are shrouded in secrecy, but rumors have it that they want something to do with the winner...
The Top Tier Tournament. Winner goes home filthy rich, loser goes home in a pine box.
RULES:
No God-Mods or Auto hits
No Killing another character without permission
No weapons or powers allowed
PG-18
And for Crissakes, use proper grammar.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 9:04 pm
"...And this concludes our coverage for tonight. Please tune in tomorrow for full coverage of tomorrow's fights. Good night."
Fyr snickered as he turned away from the television and back onto his drink. "Well, if they want coverage, I'd better give them one hell of a show." Taking a sweeping look at the dark dank bar, he took a sizable drink from his chrome mug. He had chosen this particular bar for one reason only: no one knew him here. Back in his home country of Norway, he was a nobody, a streetrat orphan who was living on stolen funds. But ever since his invitation to Top Tier had come, he had been riding on a streak of good luck. He had made to the final five, and now he was pratically a household name. Thinking of tomorrow's fight, he looked into his mug (which was incidentally only filled with a non-alcoholic beverage), and took another sip. Grimacing, he reached into the inside pocket and pulled out four wallet-sized pictures. He looked with uncertainty upon them, before splaying them on the table before him. "Nanaya, Clara, Sansone, Dante...who will be my opponent tomorrow?"
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 9:27 pm
Nanaya locked himself away inside his apartment. A shabby 3 room complex for the bed living area/kitchen, and the toilet, which was so stained with crap he now went down to the lobby's restroom to take a crap. The TV was off, as he had no use fir the idiot box. There was only a coffee table, no sofas or chairs, as the rest of the place was either filled up with easels or training equipment. He was now among the finalists and kept focusing on his determination to win.He had nothing to lose and nothing to gain. The prize held no place for him. only the satisfaction of beating down a strong opponent resided there. He looked out the cracked window, thinking about the next match, and of course whether or not he'll live to see tomorrow.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 10:14 am
Sam sat on the end of his bed contemplating tomorrows match it had seemed like he had barely scraped through to the finals. It seemed like this was his last chance if he diddnt manage to dig deep and win his next few matches his life was over. He knew there were a few low ranking soldiers sent by the family watching his crappy motel room but they were either on orders not to move in or they had something planned for him so he banished it from his mind instead focusing on his match. Four possible oponents Fyr Paschen, Nanaya Kurayame, Clara Cresent and Dante Ryuska four different fighters with four totally different fighting styles and he had no strategy for any of them. He thought back to the days when he was excited before a match but now he was just terrified if he failed he and his sister would be hunted relentlessly and would have no chance at a real life. He stood up he had to win there was nothing else for it he cast the thoughts from his mind and focused on the total destruction of his oponent.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 7:21 pm
Clara stepped out of the shower, dried off, and slipped into her bathrobe. Yawning, she laid down on the bed of the suite of the swanky hotel she was staying at for the duration of the tournament. Bored, she began to flip through the television channels, trying to find something interesting to watch. Not finding anything, she shut the TV off and threw the remote with a sigh. Instead, she got off the bed and changed into something more comfortable. When she had, she began to stretch out, loosening her muscles. 'This'll probably do me more good than watching TV anyway.', she thought. When she was done stretching, she began to practice. Not any of her fighting moves, but rather her dance ones. She was classically trained, and was a wonder to watch. But she was alone her room. Regardless, the dance let her clear her mind and concentrate on what her body was doing, not concerned with who her opponent might be tomorrow. With the right strategy, she could defeat anyone.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 10:52 pm
Throwing down a few coins on the table to cover the cost of the drink, Fyr got up and walked out of the bar into the fresh night air. The vibe of the city was alive as always, but it always seemed moreso at night. Pulling up his hood over his face so he wouldn't get bombarded with fans, Fyr started to make his way down the sidewalk to the hotel he was staying at, which was about five blocks away. He wanted to get a good nights sleep in preparation for his match tomorrow.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 1:31 pm
Sam laid back on the rock hard motel bed ontop of the covers His thoughts drifted to his little sister miles away staying in a crappy little shack in the middle of nowhere with one of the few people Sam could trust. He forced himself to drift off to sleep listening to the seranade of the motel that penetrated the paper thin walls, a prostitute was arguing price nextdoor a drug deal was going down on the other side the buyer had alot of mannurisms of an undercover cop there were gunshots in the distance and a car allarm that had been going off far to long. Sam closed his eyes and drifted away picturing his victory in his head trying to stay in a posotive state of mind.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 2:15 pm
Nanaya laid down on his tattered bed staring up at the ceiling with both hands behind his head. He remembered back to his training and thought back to the basics. Why did he learn the martial arts? Why did he fight? These two questions were summed up with one answer: To be strong. Strong enough to take care of his family. He looked at his hands, then scoffed pulling the blankets over him and fell asleep, with his mind replaying every eventual battle before him.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 9:30 pm
Not wanting to get too worked up after just getting clean, Clara finished her practice and climbed into the large bed, squirming under the covers. She smiled as she settled in. "Heh. There's no way I'll lose tomorrow." Yawning, she turned off the light and settled in for a good night's sleep. She would need it for tomorrow's fight, which started at 12 noon.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 10:06 pm
Fyr, having finally returned to his hotel room, immediately head for the bed, only pausing to kick of his shoes. He had actually stayed out later than he had wanted to, and now it was pushing midnight. "Aargh..." he moaned. "Good thing the fight doesn't start until noon...plus an hour to get there...so as long as I wake up by ten, I should be fine." Too tired to think anymore, Fyr flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes, and within minutes fell asleep.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 10:42 pm
6 hours passed since Nanaya had fallen asleep. He couldn't help but toss and turn about the eventual battles. It was near early morn, dawn had not even broken the day yet. Being awake, he decided to take a head start towards the battlegrounds.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:49 am
Barely able to sleep a few hours Sam found himself unable to return to his restless slumber that barely dragged him out of the state of extreme fatigue he was in. He forced himself out of bed putting his bindings on his hands and feet along with a pair of jeans and a shirt preparing to head off toward the battleground hoping to scope out the environment for his next match for the slightest advantage that he desperately needed in place of having no strategy whatsoever.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:58 am
Ring Ring Ring
The alarm of Fyr's cellphone sounded. Sleepy-eyed, he grapsed for the phone to check the time - ten o'clock, just as planned. Grunting, he sat up in bed and shut off the alarm. He slowly got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower, where he would begin to get himself psyched up for his upcoming match.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 10:52 am
Nanaya arrived at the battlegrounds first. It was desolate and abandoned. Just the way he'd enjoy his next match. However he had no idea who would be his next opponent so he merely rested underneath a tree but kept his guard up. The rest would be well needed to plan his strategy and recuperate his energy.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:55 pm
Getting up bright and early, Clara rolled out of bed and immediately headed for the shower. It was only a little past seven. She wanted all the time she could have to prepare for the fight.
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