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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2017 5:51 pm
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The Steel Ronin
It was a dark night in the big bad city. An unidentified male with dark blue jeans, a gry adidas hoodie, and a pair of jordans consistent with the colors red, white and black walked at a normal pace. The sunlight being reflected by the moon brought light to his blue steel blue eyes, but his complexion was sheltered by his grey hoodie. Hi pace indicated a normal person with a normal life, but these were both lies....
The unidentified male walked slowly, steering clear of anyone else. He wasn't going to give out autographs, and his bodyguard was the cold shoulder. A large bar came into view, which was the ideal place for him to chill out for a bit. After he made it to the entrance, the bouncer looked at him and nodded. It was a good thing that he looked old enough, otherwise he would have had to show some ID. After he was granted entry he observed his surroundings as he made his way to the back of the bar. Multiple booths full of people, generally a dark room with neon lights everywhere, and lots and lots of loud conversation and chaos. It was illogical to order some alcohol because he would have had to show some ID. A glass of water and a coca cola would suffice. He sat down at the booth at the back corner of the room by himself, hoping he wasn't tailed and began to relax. How long was his break going to be this time?
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 7:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 7:48 pm
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The Steel Ronin
The male relaxed in his booth next to an unknown female. He made sure not to make eye contact with her because he wasn't looking for attention. But unfortunately, attention was looking for him, two more mysterious faces, accompanied by black suits and black sunglasses were approaching. As they approached, the females eyes followed behind them, things were heating up fast, rest time was over.
How in the world of hell did they find him? He didn't look in their direction but he has watching them hard with his peripheral vision. He remained in his seat, maintaining a seemingly calm demaenor, already having calculated his next moves should things get worse. Would he try to run? Fight? Or a combination of the two?
The mysterious man stood up slowly showing no signs of stress, accepting the fact that once again how this was going to end, accepting the fact that he had to face the music. . He was ticked, and came at the men head on. He jumped up and curled his hand into a steel hard fist and brought it down, aided by gravity on the first man's face, before tackling the other through the glass window. This restaurant, this bar, now was a "pub".
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 4:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 6:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 7:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2017 12:25 am
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The Steel Ronin
Joseph Madison Steele
The unknown male had one of the black suited men by the collar, lifted him up into the air to the point that his feet were dangling trying to find the ground again and slammed him into a nearby vehicle, destroying a driver side window. The anti theft alarm of the vehicle started screaming for it's owner, it's flashing white lights and loud horn noises only made the scene more dramatic. The unknown male picked the man up again and slammed him onto the hood of the car, leaving numerous dents on the vehicle. That's not how you treat a Mercedes Benz now isn't it?
The stranger picked up his attacker again and made him bear the humiliation of being thrown into hard cement. Suddenly his right had opened as a long sharp, metal sword formed in his hand and pointed it at his neck and stared him in the eye. He looked up only to see his other attacker holding a hostage. "Surrender or I shoot the girl" He warned. Not only did he have to defend himself, now he had to watch this girl. Why should he save this girl? She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The horn kept screaming as a look of frustration appeared on his face. He was not a happy camper about the situation. He stared him down hoping to find a sign of a bluff, so he could take them out and move on. Three minutes went by, three long minutes, the car alarm on built up suspense before He opened his right fist, the sword vanishing from sight. He had made his decision only after being conquered by a seemingly developing "soul".
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 4:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 4:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 8:15 pm
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▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ☳Shinoda Hwarang☳ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂ ☳Name: Shinoda Hwarang ☳Sexuality: Bisexual ☳Mood: Excited ☳Current Thought: We're getting the gang back together!!!!!! ☳Current Theme:Sucker For Pain ☳ . . . "Life is like a game of chess, and im always 5 moves ahead of you." . . .☳ ================ ☳================== Word couldnt begin to describe how thrilled Shin was at this point. He new that it had been awhile since they all got together, but this meant some fun was on the horizon. She briskly moved passed the patrons in the building, scanning the room for familiar faces. Luckily T.N.T was sporting a bald head and spotting that milkdud shaped dome was easy. Making a dramatic entrance Shin smiled from ear to ear. Oh how ive missed all of you. Seeing your happy faces, well all but you Ana though i must say that resting b***h face is looking ageless, brings back so many good memories. L darling looking gorgeous, loving the frame this time. Tyty, you look good man, i guess its true, black dont crack eh? Ana again no one can make evil look as good as you do, krasivaya{Beautiful}. He said to them all as he took his seat So what brings the band back together? ================ ☳ ================== ☳. "Im a demon of Pain & Chaos, need i say more?" . ☳ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ☳Chaos Dragon☳ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2017 3:51 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 5:33 pm
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T.N.T
Tyrone Nicholas Tomlinson
Tyrone had finished his food and relaxed, only until Shin walked in with his greetings, only after the cold wind of Anastasiya made a grand entrance with her wind and her accent. This was classic her and Tyrone didn't mind. He was eager to get the wheels rollin with his plan now that the gang was all here.
"Shin, Ana, about time the two of you arrived. What have you two been up to? Damn skippy, black don't crack." He didn't expect much of a response from Ana, she was probably killing people left and right. Shin was more unpredictable than most individuals.
The bartender walked up to the booth where the felonious four sat to pick up the payment and the surprisingly big tip. Her jaw dropped at the sight but kept herself under control so that she didn't make a scene. "Thank you....what is your name?" she asked wanting to know the name of her generous tipper. Tyone pointed to his glasses, then his leather jacket, and his crimson red shirt "Glasses, Jacket, Shirt, call me "Glasses-Jacket-shirt man", or you can call me "Supa hot boy hundred degrees leather jacket" cuz I'm supa hot boy." The waitress giggled a little at her new "best customer" before responding, "I'll remember you hotness" she said before disappearing into the back once more.
Now that the waitress was gone, Tyrone got down to business. "We are a couple of blocks from the ******** wall street, I say we go there and start investing." he said but was implying something else on another level.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 8:34 pm
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A small crowed had formed around the brawling pair. While the security for the bar had called the police no one seemed willing to get involved. Not even the poor owner of the Mercedes Benz who watched the abuse of his vehicle in horror. However the people in the crowd had no problem pulling out their smart phones to record the violence in the hopes of getting YouTube views later.
The other man in the black suit, the one Ronin had been throwing around, picked himself off the ground, any cuts and bruises sustained from the fighting disappearing before Eva's eyes. It seemed that one was a Deviant like herself, which lead to it being more that likely the man holding the gun to her head was also a Deviant of some kind. Though their kind had caused a global wide war their population was still in the minority, less than 1%. She doubt anyone expected her to have powers, but the question remained if the man holding her had powers and what they were. Time seemed to stretch on forever as Eva, the men in the suits and the crowd all waited for Ronin to decide what he was going to do. After all this man had no reason to care if these men shot her or not. Thankfully, after what felt like an eternity he seemed to agree that her life was worth surrendering to the two men. Eva was visibly relieved, but still she didn’t say anything. What was there to say really?
“Into the alley, you first!” Ordered the one with the gun. If Ronin obeyed he would find a prison transport style van in the back along with a couple more “friends” waiting. Of course they would drag Eva alone as well to make sure he stayed compliant.
Feb 2, 2013
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