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Post by msman on Sept 18, 2008 18:05:24 GMT -5
Being a bag-boy was more dangerous that most people thought. Mostly when people thought you were lower than low and made their life hard. So he had been a minimum wage bag boy for two years, so he didn’t have a very clear accent. That didn’t mean that they had to do what they did. Clamping the towel back over the gash in his arm he wished he could just leave. Had he been able to go the way he wanted his ears and tail would have been twitching. Instead he was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital with a blood-soaked towel on his arm.
The jerk at work was new, only about a week in. And he decided it would be funny to see if the Asian boy bleed red. Well surprise surprise, he did. The box cutter that “slipped” proved that. And the new kid was fired. However, Mit’s manager had to go through procedure of the company and sent him to the hospital for stitches, work-man’s comp. and everything. It was nice to have someone else pay for him, but he didn’t need stitches. Well, whatever.
Now if only he had been at least able to change out of his uniform… |
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 18, 2008 22:09:05 GMT -5
Brock walked into the hospital, and he too had a cloth over a bleeding wound. Yet this one was from a battle with a hunter, and he had a silver blade slice right through his arm. It stung like hell, but it wasen't anything Brock haden't been through before. Usually he'd take care of his own wound, though this time he was pretty far from his home and the wound was bugging him. As he went into the waiting room and sat down, he sensed another wereanimal.
It wasen't hard to pick him out from the humans in the group, and he could also smell the blood. When he looked over to the fellow wereanimal, he saw that he was also in the hospital because of a gash. It made him snicker some and he walked over to him and sat down. "Guess this makes two of us, huh?" As Brock focused in on this other beings beast, he sensed what seemed like a cat. Yet what kind of cat, he didn't know.
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Post by msman on Sept 18, 2008 23:11:34 GMT -5
Mitsu looked up as he smelled dog, finding muscle head coming right up to him and sitting down, talking friendly and such. Stupid canine. But what can you do, there weren’t many like him. If any. The only one he had ever known was dead. Lots of werewolves though, too many. They reeked of death. Like vampires, but at least they didn’t have the dog smell. Turning his face away he shrugged.
“Yeah, guess it does.” Talkitive? Heh, no. Picking up the towel he saw the cut still oozing, no longer on the sodden towel that couldn’t hold anything more. Great… now what? Sighing he put it back and watched the pile of files that were on top of his. He was going to be here a while. Might as well do something, right?
“Scratch yourself mutt?” He nodded to the arm. |
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 18, 2008 23:34:17 GMT -5
Brock gave a small laugh at what the tiger said. Luckily he was in a good mood, usually he didn't take too kindly to being called a mutt. For now though, he just ignored it. "Nope, just something that happened from taking care of my business." Of course, that business was killing hunters, but he also went after vampires as well. Other wereanimals on the other hand, had found his good side so far, so he had nothing against them.
Then he nodded toward's Mitsu's arm and decided to throw out a bit of his own humor. "What about you? Hurt yourself while playing with that ball of yarn?" He didn't mean for it to be too insulting, just a little fun. When in a good mood, he was nice to pretty much anyone, except for vamps and hunters. When angry though, there was a whole different side of him. He was aggressive, cocky, and never showed mercy.
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Post by msman on Sept 19, 2008 11:27:02 GMT -5
Taking care of business. Who knew what that meant? He could have been marking his territory and found a branch or he could have been taking down a cow. Didn’t matter, Mit honestly didn’t care. But he grinned at the yarn comment. Yearn, yeah, a big cat like him going after yarn. That would be a sight to see for sure, he could picture himself, in his cat, playing with a baby-pink ball of yarn the size of a dinner table. Snorting a little at the image he shrugged.
“Surle, but the catnip stuffed skuull in the centelr made it all worf it.” The little old lady next to him stared with big green eyes as he said that, to which he grinned in her face. She got up and moved, shaking her head and mumbling something about kids before he let the smile slip and turned his attention back to his arm.
“Nah, punk decided a brox cruttel would be cute. ‘Let’s see the FOB breed.’” Mit spat out the word, hating to be thought of as something like that. He never wanted to be here, circumstances dragged him from home to this place. |
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 12:35:59 GMT -5
Brock snickered at what he said about the catnip stuffed skull. "And seeing the insides now on the outside of my prey makes it all worth it." He then looked at the other being's arm and nodded towards it. "Shouldn't that be healing on it's own, or was it silver?" Once he said that, everyone began to give odd looks, and his first statement didn't help either. Yet Brock was use to the glances, and they didn't bother him.
In fact, he would actually play off of them at times and smirk back at anyone that looked at him. Brock knew that humans were rude, and it was just a fact of life that he had to live with. So with that being said, he looked back at all who were looking at him and gave a sinister smirk. "Boo." It was then that they went back to their immediate business and ignored him for the time being.
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Post by msman on Sept 19, 2008 13:08:16 GMT -5
Nice, scare the humans. At least they had that in common. Dogs and cats might not get along but they still had things to strive for. Namely, making their home safe for themselves and their families. So, they really weren’t all that different from humans. Now if only they could all just stop treating each other that way.
“Nah, steel. Unrike mutts, I’m more human. Anyting hurt. Bossman said I had to get stitches, so no changing today.” If that made any sense to the guy, good for him. Mit didn’t feel like talking about the cut, it was embarrassing. He wanted to go out and kill something, but that wasn’t going to happen as long as he had to turn in paperwork. |
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 13:47:47 GMT -5
"Interesting." Brock said. "Paperwork, workman's comp, yea...I've been through it." He laughed a little at that and looked at the humans again. They were still minding their own business, and he doubted that they'd glance over again for very long. If they did, he'd simply try out something else to get them to mind themselves. With that, he looked over at the stack of paperwork and shook his head.
"You came in before me, so that definatly means I'm after you. But of course, they've got to take care of the little kiddies with their mothers first." Brock didn't mind kids, he just didn't like the fact that they always got first attention no matter where you went. Someone could practically be bleeding to death, and the child with the broken arm would have first dibs. Why it was that way, he had yet to figure that out.
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Post by msman on Sept 19, 2008 14:01:00 GMT -5
Kids… Mit smiled as one of them went in almost as if on cue. Kid broke his nose. Mitsu had very few soft-sides, but it just so happened that children were the one to touch on. He would gladly admit that he wanted to be a father. He had when Kitty was… train of thought ended.
Nodding he watched the ground, shifting the towel a bit as he did so. He knew he wasn’t the only one to like kids. They were sweet, kind, a little blunt. But they loved everyone, and that’s what made Mitsu adore them to no end. He always wanted a little girl. When Thomas was found to be a boy Kitty was tickled pink, and Mit was happy too. But he always thought a daughter would be amazing. Closing his eyes he bit that one back too, trying to think of something else. Didn’t work.
“Kids… ailr very special.” He couldn’t think of more to say. If he was hurt and dying, he’d give his place in line to a kid. That’s just how Mits worked. |
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 14:15:45 GMT -5
Brock nodded a bit at what he said about kids being special. "Yea, guess they are." He had a point there, kids were something that Brock always showed a softer side about. Even though he was a ruthless killer when it came down to vampires and hunters, he'd never kill someone in front of their kid, no matter who it was. Hell, if a vamp or hunter even had kids, he'd have to sit on whether to kill that hunter/vamp or not.
Usually though, the ones he went after didn't even have family, so he was fine with the way things were at the moment. As all these thoughts raced through his mind, Brock looked at the child who had just walked in with his parents. He couldn't help but smile a bit as kid held on to a stuffed animal to ease his mind away from things. And that was another thing about kids, they had such an imagination, that they could easily shut out something they didn't like.
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Post by msman on Sept 19, 2008 15:08:13 GMT -5
“So, you pump up furl fun or is there leeson to dis… erm…” He nodded to the large arms. Mitsu wasn’t exactly tiny, but he wasn’t too big to fit through the door either. In Japan he stood out like a sore thumb, he was tall and strong and a little scary. But when he came here, he fit in save for his accent and complexion. This guy though, probably stood out more than Mitsuaki ever did.
But he found that a lot of professions called for that. Wrestling here was very different than home. And some of the actors too, called for bodies like this. People made livings by making themselves super-sized to get by. Culture shock? Yeah. |
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 15:29:55 GMT -5
"Most of it's for fun, but I also need it for my profession. I'm a cage fighter, and weight training tends to help me out greatly." Of course there was the issue of his weight and how he'd move around quickly, but when it came down to humans, his abbilities as a werewolf made up for that. He was quicker than humans, yet he didn't use his advantages to cheat. Brock actually took the time to visit the gym six days a week, and half of his time there was for weights, while the other half was to keep up with his martial arts skills.
"Being...bigger than usual also keeps away the novice hunters." If a new hunter came across Brock, they usally changed their mind on whether or not they should fight him. Truth was, he was strong enough to snap any bone in the human body with easy. He could 'break someone in half' as some would say, yet that was only when his angry side came out. When Brock was in a good mood, he was just a gentle giant.
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Post by msman on Sept 19, 2008 15:41:28 GMT -5
(The accent thing is driving me crazy, just pretend that he has a really thick Asian accent.) Ah, so there were hunters involved. Mit had only started to learn that the human race was fighting against weres like himself. Well, not himself, as he had never met another tiger after Kitty. But wolves were a common thread. Not so common, actually. Though he could smell them and sometimes fought over food with them, he hadn’t really met that many in his two years in New York. They were an endangered species in America apparently. Nodding a bit Mitsu agreed with him, not really understanding the idea behind it.
“I find the cages to be funny. No honor in it, no tradition. Just men throwing chairs at each other. But if it puts money on the table, who cares, right?” Food was important, as was making sure you had a roof over your head. He rather liked his pile of crap apartment, thank you kindly. “How you get into it?” He hated being a bag-boy… |
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 16:20:56 GMT -5
OOC: Lol!
"Cage fighting isn't anything like wrestling. With wrestling, they use chairs and such, but the winner and loser is decided before the fight even begins. Cage fighting on the other hand is pure fight and nothing else. The winner is determined in the cage, and no part of it is fake." He then paused and thought for a moment at Mit's last question. "Well, you sign up and they look into your background."
"If you have martial arts experience, then you're more likely to be hired. If you don't though, I doubt that you can get in." He laughed and looked over at him. "Yet I'd be more than happy to help out anyone who's looking to get in." Brock had pleanty of experience of training others , and he himself had actually been trainined by some of the best martial artists there were.
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Post by msman on Sept 20, 2008 14:51:05 GMT -5
Mitsu grimaced at the idea of wrestling. Pre-determined or not as much as Mit liked to fight it didn't sound appealing. Shaking his head he decided to stick to street protection. Just because he was Asian didn’t mean he was a martial arts expert. Never even stepped inside a dojo. Sumo was nice, but not his thing. Too much… extra skin. And the cloth thing didn’t go over too well. So he was very happy with sucker-punching and digging his claws into skin and bone.
“No, thanks though. So you caught the cage or something?” He nodded to the arm again. |
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