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 Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 3:03 pm
// Run for your life!
// Location...
Imisus
// When...
11 in the morning.
// Who...
Seymour Luikart (FallenSiren) & Herve J. Staun (Souru).
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 5:14 pm
Women...were a mysterious and frightening sort of creature.
Physically, they weren't all the different save for a few things...But mentally, there wasn't a damn thing he could understand about the female gender. If there was anyone who could, it'd only be another female.
'Kicked out of my own house...again...' he thought to himself, 'Housekeepers shouldn't be doing this to their employers. How the hell does this keep happening?!' Herve groaned quietly, walking through the streets which were unusually busy today. As he looked up slowly, he noted how they all seemed to be heading to one place...Right; 'It's Imisus's yearly Public Forum...thing. Well, at least the rest of town will be quieter at least.'
Herve struggled slightly through the crowd which was growing more thick by the moment. His 6'2" frame towered over the people, but it didn't help him squeeze through in the least. His irritation started to grow as people continuously ran into him; he was just about to snap when suddenly a tall figure across the street caught his eyes. He stopped in his tracks, unaware of the complaints and snaps from the people who had to walk around him...
Was that...It couldn't be! "HEY! YOU!" he shouted out loudly, thoughts and feelings getting the best of the usually staid man. He pointed at the the brown moppy-haired man, forcibly pushing through the crowd to get at what must have been his uncle. The Uncle he hadn't seen in years--The man who got his parents killed! He began to charge, fists tightening up and a bull-like look in his eyes..
He never knew that Uncle Ross had already been sentenced to death shortly after his folks...Too bad for this guy that Herve wasn't open to explanations.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 5:52 pm
XXXUsually, Seymour would never be seen making his way to Imisus, nor would he ever think about it. However, with an invitation to represent the Council of Science in the up-coming yearly Imisus public forums, there wasn’t much of a choice. He has to be there rather he likes it or not. So, in order to make it there on time, and still have speech practicing time to spare, Seymour left his home with a few necessities and his grandfather’s kiseru (for good luck and guidance) as quickly as he could. Traveling to Imisus wasn’t too bad. He did get lost a few times (taking wrong turns and terrible directions from people does that), but thankfully, he finally made it Imisus.
XXXThe crowds of Imisus were quite the sight and something to get used to, but it wasn't so bad.
XXXIt feels much fr--
XXXSeymour's thoughts were cut off as he heard a shout. He looked around nervously before seeing the other man pointing at him. Seymour pointed at himself in question, and was about to ask what is wrong when he caught the look of anger in the other's eyes. That look of an enraged bear, a very, very dangerous look. Out of panic, he did the first thing he could think of, and that was to run.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 6:42 pm
"YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY FROM ME!"
Herve finally managed to get through the crowd and soon enough he was on Seymour's tail. He stormed after him, seeing only red as thoughts and memories flooded his mind. His conscious and his mind were utterly clouded; nothing mattered at this moment...nothing but to make his Uncle pay! He quickened his pace, taking even longer strides as the streets started to become emptier. Teeth gritted and glasses amazingly staying on his face, Herve turned a sharp right into an alleyway. He headed up a short flight of stairs that would curve just in front of his target, and when he had Seymour in his sights...He lounged right at him.
Herve tried to slam the poor, confused man to the ground and prepared to launch one good punch right to his jaw! "YOU UGLY ROTTEN WEASEL--I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!" he yelled.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:08 pm
XXXSeymour ran as quick as he could. He wasn't sure what he did or why the guy was chasing him, but it wasn't good. The best option was to run and he took that option. Every once in a while, Seymour would look back to see rather he had lost the other man in the crowds and when Herve disappeared from his sight, he gradually slowed to a walking pace. Maybe he lost the other man in the crowd? He continued to look back, fearing the man would leap up from behind any moment. With his eyes looking behind him, he didn't expect Herve to lounged at him from the front.
XXXThe shock of being slammed into the ground wiped all thought from his mind. Seymour could hear yelling, but the words just seem like a long unrecognizable sound. Whatever the other was yelling, he sounded mad. He needed to get out, and he needed to do it quick. Feeling the punch to his face did help (as much as it hurt), and it shook him from his scrambled thoughts. 'I am going to regret this.' thought Seymour before returning the man's punch with one of his own and an addiction kick to hopefully knock the other off of him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:45 am
Eyes started to turn to the two, watching as a fight unfolded. A little crowd began to form, slow as most people were heading to the Public Forums, but people were watching nonetheless. In this part of the town, who didn't enjoy watching a good brawl?
Seymour's punch connected, knocking his spectacles off his face and giving him the chance to get a good kick in as well. Only a pained grunt emitted from Herve each time however, and his grip on the poor lad only tightened. "...That was a mistake," he growled, pulling up Seymour by his collar as he stood up. He balled his fist up again, aiming for his gut...
....a thought entered his head then, 'I don't remember him being this tall.'
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 11:12 am
Both of his attacks connected, however, it seems neither had much effect on the other man. He was anxious to get this fight over with and run like the wind, but with the other's hand on his collar, it's a bit hard to run without dragging the other with him.
"That was a mistake," Seymour heard the man said, and indeed it was a mistake. It had to be a mistake. He had never met the man in his life, why in Panymium is he trying to beat him up? He needs to ask those questions...as soon as Seymour can put some distance between him and the stranger.
With Herve's punch heading towards him, Seymour not only needed an escape plan, but also needed to block. He wasn't sure how he can block a gut punch, but he could kick the other man away from him. So, Seymour retaliated by bring up his leg, and sent a kick towards the stranger with all his strength, aimed at the other's stomach.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 6:12 pm
Unable to block that hit himself, Herve was forced off Seymour by said kick--but that only added fuel to the fire. After stumbling a few feet backwards, the well-fit author was already charing back at the poor confused fella and knocking him back down to the floor. As he did so, however, Herve got one good look at Seymour's face and said:
"Who the bloody hell are you...?"
He blinked repeatedly, still on top while he grabbed his glasses and peered through them.
....It wasn't Uncle Ross.
Looking up, Herve noticed the people who crowded around in spatters to watch the fight and then down to Seymour....He turned a feverish red and quickly stumbled off. He coughed a bit, muttering something under her breath...But not a single coherent sentence actually came out.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 6:52 pm
"Who the bloody hell are you...?"
Indeed, a question worth asking. Seymour sat up slowly and watched as the man stumbled away. He took a deep breath and allowed it to exit slowly as he felt a wave of relief flow through his body. However, maybe it would be better? To figure out what the guy was running after him for? Of course, with the problem cleared out, there is less of a chance of him being chased after and beaten up again.
So, Seymour took off after the man. Hopefully the other wouldn't throw another punch at him or try to kill him again.
"...Why did you attack me?" He questioned, his voice quiet as he took a firm grip on the other's shoulder to stop him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 1:28 pm
He shrugged his shoulder away, turning to look at at the man who wasn' his Uncle Ross. Admittedly...looking up wasn't something he was use to anymore, being his own height of a mighty 6'2". Someone who was taller, even by two inches...It made him feel small again.
He didn't like that.
Herve turned his head away stubbornly, replying simply:
"I thought you were someone I knew...You're not." A sigh escaped his lips, covering his face for a few moments with eyes closed. "Now that I think of it...it's near impossible that I'd see him again...Damn it all..." He glanced back at Seymour--"What--Do you want me to apologize? Didn't you have business at the Forums?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 1:42 pm
"No," Seymour replied, "I was just making sure whatever caused you to attack me was cleared up. I'm sorry for bothering you."
He gave Herve a slight nod before dismissing himself and headed off towards the direction of the forums. He placed a hand on his cheek and gave a slight wince. That was a very nice punch...Is it bruising? Hopefully not. Maybe no one will notice it at the Forum. Hopefully...
As the two walked away, the crowd that had gathered slowly dissolved from the area. People still chattered about the fight, however, the matter was quickly forgotten as the beginning of the forum was about to begin.
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