Blood in the Gutter [Open - Street Fighting!]
Oct 20, 2009 14:35:22 GMT -7
Post by anarchy unbound. on Oct 20, 2009 14:35:22 GMT -7
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People always love to talk shit. Be it to their friends, a guy they just met, or some douche who was "seriously asking for it". They just love to talk shit, and all the damn time. When that shit warms up and the situation starts to melt, you get steaming shit, and steaming people, fuming tempers and volatile reactions. It could come in a barrage of words, or the swing of a punch. They simply didn't know any better.
There were some however who lived for this shit, and made their living from it. By throwing their own shit at another persons shit and purposely riling them up to liquidation, Nate had found these people were much more susceptable to intimidation, gambling and violence in all regards. If you combine those three aspects together however, and then simply smash the hell into the person and teach them whats right is right, then you get the one, and only, golden shit. The shit what keeps on giving, and can be found everywhere.
That's where Nate was. Looking for a fight. Standing at the mouth of a dirty, damp alley from the recent rainfall and litter, he kept his eyes peered for any one who looked either angry, anxious or otherwise just plain stupid. Big guys were even easier to pick at this, something about how Nate could drop his knee to look smaller and less intimidating gave him a bit of an edge when it came to playing off of people. For Nate though, this wasn't just a silly pride match he was looking for, he was looking for goods; valuables and what have you. He didn't have any problems with stealing from fools who couldn't defend themselves and now lay in a pulp, yet his more favored method was actually getting the person to willingly hand over the dosh to him. He'd bet his own skill against theirs.
Choice of targets was getting slimmer however these days, with so many ninjas being goody two shoes and what have you. There just wasn't any thrill in bothering with those people. Resting his head against the side, he anxiously watched for any who looked viable, and ripe.