Storm Rider
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PLAYED BY : saiko
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Post by hitomi kohinata on Nov 14, 2016 9:58:25 GMT -5
[attr="class","pillar"] | [attr="class","hitomi_body"]  [attr="class","hitomi_pic]  [attr="class","hitomi_text"]Shiba-Koen really did offer a panoramic scenery at night, so much that Hitomi began questioning herself why she stuck to the same old boring spot every time she sneaked out for a run. It was magical, as if you were in a place straight out of a fairy tale, even more when you saw it from above. However, she wasn't there for sightseeing, but for a game of tag that had gotten a bit out of hand, now with their prides on the line. It wasn't really her thing, to be honest. She was never competitive in a way that would step on other people, especially her friends. She didn't expect that this would happen, though she hoped she did.
A bit exhausted because of her endless running and jumping, she decided to chicken out from the game for a few minutes and rest in one of the more hidden areas of Shiba Park... which she realized was a great mistake upon hearing things she shouldn't. A group of men of different forms, though all of them were much bigger than her, were discussing a few immoral things. Stealing? Killing? Murder? The best thing to do was to report these men to the authorities but at that moment, she felt like running away. The wisest thing to do was to not get herself involved, however, she didn't even get a chance to take a step away as one of the rotating spotlights flashed towards her direction, revealing her to the group.
"Hey!" Deep voice that reverberated through the darkness signaled Hitomi to run away, but they were fast. In a blink of an eye or so, they managed to corner her, one even grabbing her by the wrist. She struggled for her freedom, did all kind of resistance, yet none of them succeeded. "Let go," A glare to make a feeble attempt look intimidating. It was not taken seriously, of course. They wouldn't let go, but she was running out of choices and right now, the only thing she could think of and wish for was someone with balls to pass by. However, the fact she was in a well-hidden place at 2 in the morning made the probability of being discovered extremely low.
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Tuner
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 20
YEN : 20,000
PLAYED BY : Draka
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Post by Byakko Nishiaki on Nov 14, 2016 20:34:12 GMT -5
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + ------ + dun dunna dun! + love thine whims! |
It was just one of those nights, a pleasant time that called for a bit of fresh air. And by fresh air, that meant target hunting. Riders were more active at night anyhow so being a night owl herself, it made everything that much easier. Plus she had run out of oil. No more experiments for the night. Not unless she wanted to wrestle with stubborn bolts and screws. Yeah no thanks, it was hard enough to survive under her roommates' weird life-living schedules. At least she got to poke and prod at them too... Unlike these flitting shadows here and there. Yes, she'd spotted a few stray riders; some teams (of which she avoided like the plague). Only one... just one.
It was easier said than done, catching up to the higher experiences with her leisurely pace. A common occurrence, perfect way to idle time away. Follow this one, sit for a bit; follow that one- that was how the rhythm went. Led her from the shopping district all the way down to the park. My, what an adventure. Striped air treks found themselves being forced to stop midway into a tree, hands and legs handling the rest as the girl made herself a comfy little spot among some of the thicker branches. Fearless. They weren't really as thick as one might commonly think. But they'd do just fine. A good lounging spot with a perfect little view of some of society's less pleasant. Their hushed words and shady actions were more than enough to sponsor some unhealthy views. Thugs? Meh, Byakko didn't so much care about their doings until after she saw a shadow fall nearby. Fool.
No one ever watched the area they landed anymore. Common foolery. A few moment of watching, a minute or two? And soon enough that shadow was caught. Hm, weren't they just the speediest little land-dwellers. No ATs to speak of from what she could see and hear. And yet they caught a bird. Good on them. Too bad there was a certain little tiger here who happened to like those newborn birds quite a bit. Enough for her to take on three huge, burly guys. And it must be said that it was incredibly easy to sneak up on them, though the captured bird might have seen her.
Keeping her wheels smothered by using the corners, tilt-riding; Byakko would give them a little surprise. Swerve around quickly in her common clothes of jeans and tank-top, the only light they'd see would be her skin as one leg would spin up; aiming a force backed by momentum into the wrist-holding man's jaw. Trigeminal Nerve. Such an easy place to hit, like a giant target with the larger opponents. But she wouldn't just wait there like an idiot to see him fall. Oh no, she would twirl about on her hands; send herself flying off to the side only to land with a screech and twisted trail of dust in her wake. "Don't break the little bird's wings now." Her voice was soft, nonchalant in the way of her tone.
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