sckrp [rise of the reapers] [thane&fault]

[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Thane Alenko

What are you doing here Thane? What will Aunt Miranda and the twins think? Well they won’t, I’ve been drilled into me since I’ve stepped into this mess never talk about fight club.When have I ever won a fight, let one been in one? But that’s the whole reason why I am here, to prove if I am any good of a fighter. I can’t protect Miranda and the twins if I am inexperienced, what use am I if I’ve never been in such battle before? 

Feeling the eyes glare at me, a hint of fear would set in. Huddled together, sweaty bodies, surrounding me and my opponent. Lingering in the air, a hint of tobacco and alcohol, I must wash that aroma from me before I go home. Although explaining getting drunk will be much easier than this. Biting my bottom lip, I don’t know how to react to my opponent, I don’t know how good he is,I can’t figure out if I’ll come out much worse or him. I am the fresh meat here, I’ll have to prove myself, prove myself by beating up this other guy. What would Aunt Miranda think of that?

Raising my fists in the air, I’d prepare myself for catastrophe or success; I know if I lose this, I am certainly not coming back. 

Sprinting down my brow, salty sticky liquid, aiming to attack my eyes. Blinking vigorously, I’d try to fight the sweat, my eyes still on the opponent. Should I throw a fist first, or wait for his attack? 

Burning, I could feel my body beginning to fear this situation; I must be a shade of red now. I can’t show any fear, they’ll think I am a coward before I’ve even started. Rules were, we must tie our hair back if long and that doesn’t stand for me. Soaking the grey vest covering my torso, the sweat was becoming more frantic, I must get my brain into gear quickly. ”Are you ready to say hello to the floor? Because that’s where you’ll be heading next."From what I’ve heard, you need to say something catchy, something menacing before a fight. I’ve been working on that line for a couple of days now. 

Circling around the opponent, I’d be in a guarded defence, ready to pound on the prey. I must do, I must get it over with quickly. I have to prove myself; I have to prove I can protect the twins. Although any focus was lost, all these eyes on me, the aroma; it was too much to keep my head in the game.

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Thane's Damage: [0/20]

Muffinface

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[Muffinface]

I'll Follow You Into the Dark

The male quietly adjusts his jeans, just a size too tight, baggy. A lip withdraws into his mouth, teeth gently biting upon the tender flesh. Flashes of future conversations he hopes to never have rise before his vision, millions of excuses already compiled within his skull.

"It happened at training."

"I ran into the doorframe again."

"I fell off the roof."

Anything to keep his parents away and off his back.

From days, months, years in the training center, instinct takes hold. His fists tighten, thumbs on the outside, his heart pounding in his throat. This wasn't the training center, there was no one there to tell him he'd worked too hard, to go home for the rest of the day. No Mohs to patch him up after a particularly brutal spar.

He inhales roughly as the first words echo through his mind- Are you ready to say hello to the floor? Because that's where you'll be heading next.

What?

The very shock of the words throw Fault off guard, enough for a rather painful punch to meet his gut. For but a second he doubles down, though his spine quickly straightens and he coughs once, twice.

"Damn, did it take you all week to think of that one?" he remarks rather snidely while the crowd ooooo's at the burn. His lips turn upwards in a grin, and he throws his own punch.

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Fault's Damage: 2/20

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[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Thane Alenko

“Damn, did it take you all week to think of that one?" Following the quick-fire response, a fist to the jaw, sending me back slightly. Erupting from my mouth as my head bounced back from the hit, saliva flew into the crowd. Oo’s came after the hit and the response. Pulsating, I could feel the rush of adrenaline take over my body, the game was on.

How was I to explain my injuries to Miranda? I’ve never come out worse from the training centre but that will have to be the excuse.

Tightening my fists, my vision would fix on the opponent as I tried to block the crowd. Cheering was beginning to distract me; the focus was all gone from my brain, unless I could forget about them. It’s just me and this guy. Me and this guy in an empty room. Shaking my head to rid of the throbbing pain in my jaw, I’d string up a better response. ”Are your responses always as weak as your punches?” A chuckle would roll after the comment although of course it was all lies. He did in fact throw a great hit, for my face would not be in the pain it is in now. I need to step up my game; otherwise I’ll be the one saying hello to the floor.

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Thane's Damage:[4/20]

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[Muffinface]

I'll Follow You Into the Dark

Heart pounding, adrenaline slips through his system. A laugh escapes clenched jaws, and for a moment his guard is down. While it can't compare to climbing to the roof of the Justice Building at three AM, Fight Club does provide a great thrill-seeking environment, while only being slightly less illegal.

Already, a purple bruise begins to form on the opponent's face, and a smirk draws to Fault's lips. The next punch connects with his chest, and Thane is greeted with a grimace.

"C'mon man, what'd I ever do to you?" he questions, his fists tightening until his second volley flies through the air.

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Fault's Damage: 5/20

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[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Thane Alenko

An empty room, just me and Fault, in battle together but for what? What exactly will we gain after this fight? I am for sure likely to face another if I win this, one opponent down and then replaced with another. Is there even a prize at the end? I know I am here just to learn but why is everyone else here? Why is my opponent here?

Fault’s fist would fly into my chest, as my guard was down, my defence is weak. Raising my fists in the air, I’d try to build a shield around me I need to come out of this, I need to prove that I am not useless. Yet not being the greatest career at the centre, I must’ve at least learnt something, defend yourself Thane ;just don’t hurt this dude while doing it.

”If you didn’t want to get hurt, you shouldn’t have joined the fight club.” Sending my fist forwards, I’d try to at least look more superior that Fault, even if my comments are weak.

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Thane's Damage:[5/20]

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[Muffinface]

I'll Follow You Into the Dark

ooc short on phone.

That's where Fault recognized this kid from- in passing at the training center! At the gentlest smack yet, he offers a laugh. "Rediculous." he comments. Maybe if he stopped the shit talk they could be friends after the fight. But for now, Fault has a reputation to uphold.

The shouts explode in his ears, whoops and cheers fueling the adrenaline coursing through hid veins. A grin splits his face nearly in half. Tjrough the masked bravado, he can see down to the shaking kid. He fights the urge to reassure him, that he's not gonna KILL him. Its all for fun after all, a chance to prove your worth to yourself.

He comprises while he launches another punch.

"C'mon man, you're trying too hard."

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Fault's Damage: 6/20

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[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Thane Alenko

Quickly the crowd returned to the room, as the cheering began to erupt again, it is too hard to block them out. I must learn to adapt to it, maybe their cheers could help me perform better although I do not hear my name amongst it. I am pretty sure a majority of them don’t even know my name, after all I am the new meat and I am rarely the conversational type at the centre away. I just put my head down and get on with whatever I am doing, conversations are for later.

Landing at the side of my ribs, another hit although he feels quite weak. Oh wow, is that his best shot? I should take advantage of this but the potty talk must stop, I am losing all the good words to fire at Fault. ”At least I am actually trying.” Pushing my fist towards Fault, I hope it to be a better throw than the last one, maybe I could bruise his face this time around.

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Thane's Damage:[6/20]

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[Muffinface]

I'll Follow You Into the Dark

Ooc Short, on phone.

The fist connects with Fault's forarm, raised in an attempt to throw off the imminent attack. His teeth grind as pain blooms clear down to his elbow. A circle forms upon his lips, a quiet 'ouch' said reflexively manages past.

Again, Fault allows his guard to fall. "Bro." He answers, taking a graceful step backwards, out of reach. A low sigh echoes around them, mingling with the crowd's jeers. He can tell Thane doesn't really want to hit him- or at least, he is deathly afraid of pain himself. Fists ball by the opponent's cheeks, and Fault knows he can't shatter the male's defenses without a perfectly aimed, solid punch.

Eyes narrowed, he steps forward, hands aiming for anything they can come in contact with.

"How's THAT for trying?"

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Fault's Damage: 8/20

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[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Thane Alenko

“Ugh” trails from my mouth, as another hit rolls onto the side of my ribs, they’re really beginning to become the main target. Bruised ribs? Even broken, I’ve never broken a bone before. If I break anything, I’d be out for a while and who would look after the twins and Miranda? I’ve had my fair share of burst lips and black eyes but they’re a common injury in the Training centre. For a while I was known as panda eyes, the twins regularly reminded me of such nickname. I wasn’t very proud of it.

Fists outwards slightly, I’d try to make the defensive barrier around me larger, I need to block everything. However I won’t win this fight with just defence, I need to work better on the offence. Really, I should’ve practiced more on the punch bags before enlisting here; I look like a real fool prancing around with Fault. Although it seems the attacks being laid on me are as identical as my own. Fault seems like a swell guy and his face is very familiar, if either of us is conscious after this, we should really hang out. He doesn’t seem the vicious typical career type. Although I am not the best at character spotting.

”Need’s more effort in it” Aiming my fists towards Fault, I’d try to prove real effort.

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Thane's Damage:[7/20]
[come on Thane dammit] 

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[Muffinface]

I'll Follow You Into the Dark

Ooc coding later
Fault's fist collides with the guy's ribs right as another punch grazes his cheek. "So you're saying I should hit harder?" He questions prowling around, gaze wandering to find a new target. He really doesn't want to keep smacking. The guy's left side. Its getting. Darker and darker with every hit.

Eyebrows knitted, he sighs and pushes forward, hand clenched tightly as he throws.

Quickly the fight transforms into a learning experience. He's not as good as he thinks he is, even after years of practice.

Fault 10/20

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[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

[phone time,coding time later]

"Ahh" Alas a more powerful hit has been thrown onto me and thankfully not the ribs this time. For now my face is the target yet again but on the opposite side of my jaw. For sure, I am likely to live up to the name panda eyes soon again, maybe duck lips too. Tonight, I will likely have to sleep elsewhere, tell Miranda I am at a friends. For explaining how I go such injuries during the night will not be easy.

Moving my arms up to my face, only eyes would glare through the open gap. I don't want my precious face to be bruised anymore. "That is more like it." I cannot deny the fact that I just want to stop now but we're well into this fight and I am sure the crowd won't be pleased with my sudden departure.

Lunging towards Fault, I'd let loose some energy, hoping for a greater hit.

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[Thane's Damage 10/20]

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[Muffinface]

I'll Follow You Into the Dark

He sighs as the butterfly kiss pats his shoulder. "You're one to talk." he teases lightly, dancing away once more. "Maybe after this shit's done, I can give you some hand to hand pointers, like tomorrow at the center." The career grins, and squiggles forward like a weasel on its toes.

He sways back and forth, eyes alight with the kind of energy a kid in a andy store ould have. "So, I think you'd need another example?" He steps back, then charges forward, allowing his weight to carry his fist against the guy's chest.

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[Fault's Damage 11/20]

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[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Thane Alenko

Pain would erupt in my body as the battering ram smashes into my ribs; they’re for sure broken this time. Screwing up my face, I’d try not to let out an outburst of pain although my body was not complying and a small whaling noise would drop out of my mouth. Fault really gave a good example and I may need his skill to help, I may just take up his offer to train at the centre. ”Yes…sure.” If I was to share anymore words, I’d likely cry as the pain is beginning spread across my body like wildfire.

Shaking my head, I’d try to focus again, just a couple more hits and I could win this. Thane you really need to put all the effort into this one or it is game over Deciding against the witty comments, I’d put my full attention to the throws, extending my fist out to Fault with a hope of a greater hit than my previous one.

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Thane's Damage:[14/20]
 

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[Muffinface]

I'll Follow You Into the Dark

A sickening crunch resonates below his fingers, and Fault withdraws rather casually. The shadow of pain reflects in the kid's eyes, but there isn't anything Fault can do to help- not right now. He wasn't aiming to break bones, but if Thane's gonna trash talk then he kinda got what he deserved.

"You don't have to stay in." he shouts over the din of the crowd. "You CAN tap out!" uneasily he lingers, arms up to block the next attack, though the fist manages to eat through his defenses, into his shoulders. Though Thane isn't hitting hard, he is hitting consistently, and it's just enough to make Fault's body ache.

"I'm sorry man!" he adds, another fist flying through the air.

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[Fault's Damage 13/20]

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[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Thane Alenko

Step down from the fight? I can’t do that, not right now. I know my hits aren’t as brutal as Fault’s but at least I am consistent. Any sudden movements in my torso and the pain strikes my body, I must try and discover other effective movements, painless ones at least. Trailing down my brow, sweat is beginning to take over my body; I’ll likely be swimming in it soon as well as my blood. Just one good hit Thane and you may get him.

”I’d rather see this through to the end.” Although not a shout like Fault’s, the words just crawl out of my mouth, surrounded by the pain which I setting up home in my body. ”Good luck mate.” Throughout the fight, I haven’t been courteous but right now, I think I am the one who will need the most luck.

Another fist towards Fault, a small prey would sing in my mind. Please make it a good one.

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Thane's Damage:[17/20]
 

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