Who was it who wanted every second of the fifteen minute flame of fame

[kazumaking]

Who: Kazuma Ikezawa (kazumaking ), OPEN!
When: Mid-morning to just before the sirens, 12/14
Where: Roof of the Tower Apartments, Tower 1
What: The first rule of Fight Club is we do not talk about Fight Club.  Sparing, of course.
Warnings: PG to PG 13 depending on how violent the matches get

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Akira/Kazuma

[kazumaking]

A hand just barely peeked over the heads of the crowd that had gathered, currently watching another fight in progress. There weren't as many as there had been, the day already wearing down from when everything had started, but a few people were still hanging around hoping for a few more rounds.

"Over here!" he called out, standing near the ledge of the roof where he'd set his stuff down.

Akira/Kazuma

[kazumaking]

"Wherever you want, I guess," Kazuma shrugged, downing a little more water from his bottle. Luckily there was enough room on the roof for them to work even while the other people were going at it. "I've never really taught anyone... anything."

[open]

[bittennotbeaten]

Susan stood off to the side of the roof, watching the proceedings with interest and taking in what little sun there was. She needed the sun, needed to remember to spend more time in it to help keep herself in control.

She also had to admit she was curious to see what came out of Kazuma's little challenge/offer. The kid pinged something in her, she felt for him all alone as he was and she wanted to see how well he could take care of himself.

...She just hoped no one started bleeding too badly.

Re: [open]

[kazumaking]

Kazuma didn't see Susan at first, too wrapped in the current rounds he was going with the others on the roof. It was obvious he was having fun, though, probably for the first time since coming to Siren's Port.

He had been doing pretty well against most of his opponents, but his current one was giving him a run for his money, and he wound up being flipped rather hard on to the roof, landing with enough force to knock the wind out of his lungs for a few seconds.

But he was laughing, and when the other guy helped him to his feet he bowed respectfully, same as he had been, thanking him for a good match before going over to take a break and get a drink of water from his water bottle that had been left with his other items near the roof's edge. He stopped when he spotted the familiar face.

"Susan... I didn't see you come up."

Re: [open]

[bittennotbeaten]

She smiled as Kazuma approached, having seen his matches and approved of the skill he showed.

"I didn't want to bother. I just came up for some sun and decided to watch for awhile."

[open]

[kazumaking]

"Its fine. You're not bothering..." he said, rubbing a little at his sore neck. He would certainly feel the matches tomorrow, but for now his bruises were more a trophy than they were injuries.

Mind if I join?

[limitedrun]

Griffin had heard no announcement on his NV, at least not about this. He had wandered to the roof on his own. He lived in Tower One, and he figured that the roof would be as good a place as any to be a Jump location. No one went on the roof, did they?

Of course, the town had to go an prove itself ass-backwards yet again. Griffin walked through the door (thankfully, he decided not to Jump to it this time) to see some fighting going on. He only peers from the door at first, wondering if he should get involved. It became more apparent what was going on after watching for a minute.

Griffin slowly walked over, peering at the spectacle with interest. It could be a way to kill time.

Go right ahead. =D

[kazumaking]

In the midst of this little gathering was a small, scrawny boy that couldn't have been older than fourteen, apparently facing off a guy twice his size. He was sweaty, dirty, and a little more than bruised, but he seemed to be having fun, a little smirk on his face every time he dodged and hit.

He flipped on to his hands, striking his opponent across the face hard with his feet, sending the larger man reeling until he toppled backwards. The kid landed gracefully on his feet, helping the man up.

After that he stepped off to the side to let some others spar, taking a break near the edge of the roof.

[limitedrun]

Griffin was slightly surprised to find a kid in the middle of this ring. Then he figured he had to be fighting around that age himself, although he assumed it was for vastly different reasons. He slipped into the crowd, curious about the match-up and the event in general.

He prided himself on being a great fighter. He had to be, after all. But Griffin couldn't say he had ever incorporated a handstand into his moves. He let out an appreciative whistle which easily blended in with the others hooting and hollering.

The match ended and Griffin applauded with everyone else. As the new match started, he noticed the kid from before standing alone. Curisoity got the better of him. Griffin was normally good about that sort of thing, but in this new city, it was a whole new game. He had to learn everything about everything, it felt like. So he wandered over, appearing amicable. "Nice move, son."

[kazumaking]

Kazuma blinked over his water bottle at the comment, eyebrow slightly raised. He was getting approached by a lot of the fighters there, but no one was really saying anything about his skills one way or another. Which he was fine with. It wasn't like he did this for compliments or anything.

"Thanks," he said quietly, finishing off his water and setting the bottle back down.

"You gonna go a few rounds, or are you just watching?"