Black Friday Rule {P}
May 13, 2009 12:51:48 GMT -7
Post by Orianna on May 13, 2009 12:51:48 GMT -7
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[/i]Paiken (Cup Fist)
Rank: E
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (In description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: This stance is supposed to mimic the user holding a cup. This puts the character’s hand in a good position for blocking and striking, keeping the hands and arms of the user ready for a wide variety of techniques, and makes the shoulders ready for explosive movements. The wrist is in a position where it can easily strike or block, and the fingers are curled in with the index finger hooked out, which helps in trapping an opponent's arms while blocking. The arms can be used for short or long range techniques, as well as the elbows, combined with various feints and strikes.
Limit: Must be Drunk to do
Rank: E
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (In description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: This stance is supposed to mimic the user holding a cup. This puts the character’s hand in a good position for blocking and striking, keeping the hands and arms of the user ready for a wide variety of techniques, and makes the shoulders ready for explosive movements. The wrist is in a position where it can easily strike or block, and the fingers are curled in with the index finger hooked out, which helps in trapping an opponent's arms while blocking. The arms can be used for short or long range techniques, as well as the elbows, combined with various feints and strikes.
Limit: Must be Drunk to do
0/5
A hand slammed against the wooden bar, noise roared within as the patrons wildly cheered. Shot after shot was being taken, the local heavy weight against a newcomer, a female newcomer at that. The blonde wiped her lips against her sleeve unceremoniously before downing another shot and slamming it upside down on the bar. Her opponent wavered, the shot glass half way to his lips. She watched, her fingers curled around another shot as she waited. The male wavered and fell, she had won. Groans of disappointment rang throughout as the girl collected her money and stumbled out the door. Idiots.
She was alone now, swaying like the breeze as she lifted her hand, holding a shot glass that did not exist. Her fingers curled inwards to get a grip on the nonexistent glass. And why didn’t she have a glass she wondered. Her hand dropped down to her side before reaching for the glass that wasn’t there once more. For shame. She curled her fingers as her legs swayed, barely keeping her on her feet. “Come on!” She muttered darkly as she tried to grip the glass once more. Her position held as much as it could while she swayed. Was this a cup? She hesitantly lifted her hand to her lips only to smack herself lightly with her fingers. No cup.
Her lips twitched into a frown as she moved into the position to grab the cup once more. Why couldn’t she grasp it? Why wasn’t the stupid cup just staying where it was supposed to? She swayed dangerously and collapsed backwards, not asleep but not sober. What a strange experience. She simply couldn’t shake that feeling of wanting to bust somebody’s head in.[/size]