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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Oct 21, 2008 15:04:38 GMT -5
Brock was out late in China town, and surprisingly, a lot of other were as well. Being the alpha of the wolves, he had a lot to take care of, business wise. Wether it was another wolf with issues, or a group of hunters that needed to be taken care of, Brock was there to get it done. Despite all this, he still had his "normal" life that he took care of as well. He worked, took care of the things a human would, and at times found time to relax. Today was one of those days, and he made the decision to head into China town for a little lesure. Like most people, Brock loved Chinese food, and he was looking for a good place to get a late night bite to eat. Here in China town, a lot of places were open, in fact, the majority were. He just wanted to find a place that looked nice, and had food that smelled good.
As he made his way down the sidewalk, he finally found a place that caught his attention. It had gold colored statues of dragons, and the building itself looked like a temple. Brock walked in through the doors and was immediatly greeted by a woman. She sat him down at a table and handed him a menu. The sweet smell of cooking chinese food had caught Brock's nose long ago, but now the smell was even better. As he looked through the menu, he saw many of the things you'd find in a chinese place. General Sau's chicken, stir fry noodles, the entire deal.
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Post by sbs on Oct 21, 2008 15:29:31 GMT -5
A young man in a black hoodie and Tripp pants walked into the resturant holding a Mow Kum in his right hand. He bowed to the hostess and she smiled, seating him he ordered imedeatley but spoke in what Chinese he knew. The hostess nodded and walked off. The man pulled back his hood from his head and set his Mow Kum next to him.
Turning off his CD player he pulled out a newspaper he managed to snatch from a local stand and read it aloud to himself. "Brutal massacre takes place in downtown district." He read the headline, "today cops stumbled upon the blood scene of five butchered people and dozens of cops all murdered brutally." He read shaking his head as he countinued to read, "It matched the same M.O. as the masscre that was stumbled upon at Central Park. The only evidence at this latest crime scene was a teaser written in blood on a wall with the name, The Pure Blooded Killer..." Frosty shook his head and put the newspaper down. "Sickos... I swear..." he mumbled looking around and seeing who he thought was The famous WWE wrestler aross from his table.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Oct 21, 2008 15:47:27 GMT -5
Brock continued looking through the menu when he heard someone speak up. He could sense that this person was human, and as he read a part of the paper, he knew exactly who was responsible. As an ancient werewolf, he could sense that this human was hiding the fact that he was the killer, but other humans didn't know that, and they didn't need to. "You'd be surprised at what goes through people's minds these days." Brock said as he kept his eyes on the menu. "Some think it's a thrill, others think it's brutal and inhuman." Just as he looked up at the human across the table, the waitress came back to get his order. "I'm gonna sit over there with him if you don't mind." He said as he nodded towards the human.
The waitress smiled some and led him to the table. Once he was seated, he told her his order and she went back towards the kitchen. "Sorry if it's a bit rude of me to just sit here, I hope you don't mind." Brock didn't want to change seats after making his order, so he decided he'd do so before. What exactly drew Brock to this human was the fact that he had a taste for killing, and he had a feeling that he wasen't a hunter.
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Post by sbs on Oct 21, 2008 15:55:18 GMT -5
[lol, Frosty is the harmless one.]
"Not at al-" Frosty looked up and his mouth dropped open. Was this who he thought it was?! Frosty jumped out of his seat pointing in shock and amazment. "HOLY SHIT! Ya... You... You..'re Brock Lesner from the WWE. Holy shit i never thought I'd ever meet you in my life." he exclaimed shaking his head and sitting back down. "Wow... I never thought... This is cool, no sweat bro you can sit here." he replied trying to gain back his cool.
He looked at Brock, "So I take it you heard me reading? You must have really amazing hearing to hear that, I was pretty much mumbling..." He said as his waitress came up and placed down a glass of mountian dew. Frosty picked it up and took a sip from it. "So... What makes a superstar like you come talk to an ordinary person like me...?" He asked soon taking out a pin and note book with Vampires written on the front with marker as he began writing, waiting for Brock's reply.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Oct 21, 2008 16:17:50 GMT -5
(XD, I have yet to decided whether or not to make my character Brock Lesnar or not. Guess we can say he is for this RP. LOL!)
"Yea, I heard you reading. Odd how some people hate killers, and others love to be one." Brock himself wasen't much of a killer, he only killed when he had to. The only exception to that was if the full moon was out, or if his anger went over the top and he turned involuntarily. That always led to people being killed, no matter how much Brock tried to stop his beast.
Then he laughed a bit when Frosty called him a superstar. "Eh, I really don't consider myself a star. I'm just a normal person, like everyone else." When he saw him take out a notebook with "vampires" written on the front, his smile grew some. "You like vampires?" Brock in sense hated them, but he didn't have a problem with befriending one who wasen't against his kind.
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Post by sbs on Oct 21, 2008 16:24:57 GMT -5
"Huh?" Frosty replied looking up then looking at his notebook. "Oh! It's just some notes and stuff." He stated reaching into a bag next to his feet and pulling out another notebook with the word Lycans on it and handed it to Brock. It was filled with notes on Lycans, strengths weaknesses, histories, as well as traits and how to spot one out. "I'm interested in the supernatural to a degree. I'm actually writting all this for a story." He anwsered.
"It's mainly like little notes and theroies I've read online and researched. I wanna get my facts straight before I make any kind of stories." he chuckled a bit, "I guess I'm hopeless when it comes to this kind of stuff. That and Martial Arts." He replied adding a couple of notes to his Vampire Notebook and then placing it back in the bag. "So... what made you quick the WWE man?" He asked curiously.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Oct 21, 2008 16:38:35 GMT -5
"Just issues with the orginization and stuff." Brock said about quiting the WWE. "I'm with UFC now though, and I like 'em better." He then took the notebook that said "lycans" and looked through it. "You know, I can help you out with this stuff." He lowered his voice a bit to the humans near them wouldn't hear what he was about to say. "If you believe in them, I am a lycan myself. The alpha if you want to be exact."
Brock wasen't trying to brag about his position on rankings, and he wasen't the type to do so. He just thought it would be in the better interest of this human to state that he was the alpha. "I can also help you out with martial arts if you'd like. To be in UFC, you have to know all about mixed martial arts." When the waitress came back with their food, she set the plates down on the table.
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Post by sbs on Oct 21, 2008 16:49:51 GMT -5
As the waitress placed their food down Frosty nodded and told her thank you in Chinese then turned to Brock was he picked up his chopsticks. "I'm actually a second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do, and I'm amazingly skilled in three other martial arts. Perhaps we could have a friendly sparring match one day?"
As the waitress walked away he leaned over the table, "wait, are you kidding me? If you're telling the truth then that anwsers why you never wrestled when there were full moons..." he said simply, He then thought of something, if he really was a lycan then he could possibly help him with his notes. "I've got another question. Out of what you see in that book, Is any of it correct?" he asked, Frosty wasn't very gulibal however excitment was boiling up inside of Frosty if Brock was telling the truth.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Oct 22, 2008 2:17:53 GMT -5
Brock flipped through the pages of the notebook and read what they said. "Some of it's true, and some isn't. A simple scratch from a werewolf dosen't infect every single person it happens to. It all depends on how your body reacts to it. If you have a weak system, chances are you've been turned. Strong system, probably not." He flipped through the pages some more and found something else.
"Oh, and silver only kills a werewolf if it gets to their heart or brain. Anywhere else in the body just causes a helluva a lot of pain, trust me, I've been through it." One other thing written down caught his attention, but it was right. Younger wolves turned during the full moon only, and the older ones could turn whenever they wanted. Not a lot of people knew that, and if they did, they usually had Brock's respect.
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Post by sbs on Oct 22, 2008 12:08:53 GMT -5
"Wow, bro. Thanks for the info." Frosty said adjusting his chopsticks and then swiftly grabbed one of the steamed dumplings from the plate he ordered. Frosty was great with topsticks, he could eat almost anything with them. He remembered one day when living with his parents sitting in his room bored and eating M&M's with chopsticks. But the dumplings was just one thing he had ordered, he was lucky today was his pay day becuase he went big. He had ordered not only steamed dumplings, but also, Burbon chicken with white rice, and Lou mein noodles. As well as five eggrolls, A plate of variatey sushi, and mountain dew.
It was amazing that this little guy could eat so much. "Well I'm freaking starving, Let's eat." He said taking a gulp of his mountian dew. He said lowering his head to the plates and beging to chow down. He ate quickly, but then agian Frosty was also starving and hadn't had anything to eat all day. Frosty came up for a breather pausing from his gorging. As he swallowed his food he looked at Brock embarased. "Sorry, I have a BIG appetite when it comes to chinese food." Frosty said drinking his soda and then grabbing out one of his sushi and popping it in his mouth.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Oct 22, 2008 12:45:55 GMT -5
Brock laughed at what Frosty had to say. "No problem, eat however you wanna eat. That's how I am with meat as well, when it's in front of me, I chow down like there's no tommorrow." With that, he picked up his chopsticks as well and began to eat the noodles he ordered. He also had General Sau's chicken, and stir fried beef. As for a drink, he simply had a pepsi. Once finished with the noodles, he moved onto the beef and seemed to inhale it.
"I can never get enough of meat." He said with a smile. "Especially beef." Brock then took a sip of the pepsi and took a quick glance around the resturant. It as still pretty busy considering how late it was, but china town around here was a lot like New York. "So, anything else interesting in the paper today?" Brock asked. He knew that most of it was about murders considering how massive the city was.
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Post by sbs on Oct 22, 2008 14:38:55 GMT -5
Frosty just shrugged slurping down his noodles. After he finnished he handed Brock the sports page. "Yeah, The baseball team from my home town is FINALLY going to the world Series. I'm not normally into sports but I support almost anything that comes from Tampa. Even if it's sports." He stated with a tone happiness particaly heard in his voice. "Rather it's the Bucs, The USF Bulls, The Devil Rays, or hell even if someone from Tampa decided to run for president I'd support them." he said with a slight laugh.
He went back to eating and then paused, chewing his food then swallowing it. "The Rays game was cool, Stephen King was even there. And as the Bucs were slaughtering the other team they were agianst The refs stopped the clock and on the big screen everyone in the stadium including both teams were watching the final inning and cheering the Rays on." Frosty let out a small laugh, "I think that was kind of awesome though personally." Frosty always spoke highly of Tampa, it was his birth place, the city he lived in for almost nineteen years in of his life.
"The Rays have to go agianst Philly at the world series, it's kind of like how the Bucs had to face Philly when they first went to the superbowl if you think about." Frosty laughed, he didn't often talk about sports but this was different, The Devil Rays making it to the stanley cup was like a prep dating a gothic, Possible but extremley rare. Frosty started devouring his chicken and snatched his dumplings from the plate they were on in lightning speed, well... lightning speed for a human anyways. Frosty took a sip of his soda and looked at Brock. Swallowing his he asked, "So Brock, do you know any dojo's in the area? I'm somewhat getting tired of training in Central Park and drawing a large group. Hell I even got the Tai Chi people pissed at me." Frosty said with a laugh. He might of laughed however it was true, just the other day a person using Tai Chi Chuan attacked him durring his training. He wasn't doing anything wrong, simply practicing. So why did it provoke people into attack him and trying to proove themselves?
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Oct 22, 2008 14:57:04 GMT -5
(OOC: Haha, I actually live in the bay area. Tampa is about an hour and a half away from me, and their local station is all Rays. Even their weather tower is lit up in blue. Kinda sucks for me though, I love both the Rays and the Phillies.)
Brock laughed in a friendly way. "Yea, all championships from Tampa seem to take a route through Philly." He then took the sports page, which had a picture of Evan Longoria hitting a homer on the front. "I like both teams, the Rays and the Phillies, but I believe the Rays deserve it more this year." He read part of the story and smiled. "Hard to believe that they went from worst to first."
Brock then took a bite of the stir fry and swallowed it down. It would take him awhile before he would finally be stuffed, and if he were hunting, Brock could go through numerous bodies before he knew it was quits. Yet, he didn't hunt the innocent. He only went after those that posed a threat to his kind, mainly hunters. Once he took another drink of his soda, it needed a refill and Brock placed the cup at the end of the table.
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Post by sbs on Oct 22, 2008 15:12:33 GMT -5
The waitress came up taking both Brock's empty glass and Frosty's empty glass as he nodded. "I know, It's good though, I mean first it was our Arena football team, then The lightning, Then the Bucs, then the USF Bulls, Now the Devil Rays." He said snatching up an egg roll and taking a bite from it. "If they win it, Tampa will actually truthfully call themselves the City of Champs." Frosty said as he took wolfed down his egg roll.
"All of Tampa is like seriously hyped about it, including people who just live around the Bay area." Frosty grabbed another one of his egg rolls. He was a pig when it came to chinese but he didn't give a crap. "I mean heck, even the big concert Even in tampa called the Next Big Thing isn't shit compaired to this in the eyes of the Bay Area Citezens, and the The Next Big Thing is a HUGE event." Frosty chuckled. It was true though, all the local hype wasn't on NBT 08, Or halloween Horror Nights or anything else but the World Series. Then agian you couldn't blame people. Events like this were rare and seven months ago NO ONE expected this to happen.
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