S H O W D O W N [1v1][+1]
Mar 23, 2011 16:55:51 GMT -7
Post by Steely-Eyed, Compadre-Kun on Mar 23, 2011 16:55:51 GMT -7
at The House of Blue Leaves
Rated: R
for Language, Violence and Gore.
IIC: 2 days
- minus weekends, upon Hoshiro's request~!
Main Floor: 30x30 meters
+Surrounding Hallways
+Surrounding Hallways, Second Story
+Twin Flight Of Stairs
* Exiting and/or hiding in private rooms forbidden
* I'm aware that my first post isn't suppose to dictate where my enemy is, but for the sake of the epic-ness of this showdown, I did anyway. So deal with it~! You've got the higher ground anyway. And I'm not for any of that hiding/ambush bull.
* What you see in the picture above is what we got
- minus the dead bodies and the chick in yellow leather
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"H O S H I R O! You and I have unfinished business!"
He would yell as loudly as his lungs would let him, releasing the anger that dwelled within and glaring at entrance of a private room on the second floor. A sliding door and a flight of stairs was all that stood between Zel and his enemy. The target he'd followed since entering this god-forsaken town. The one he'd sworn to kill many months ago.
A small smile, as he stood in the center of the House of Blue Leaves, surrounded by gasping patrons and befuddled waiters. The good-for-thing probably wouldn't remember him, or what they'd done to receive this Cloud shinobi's hatred. But he'd make them remember... with the taste of his blade and an insatiable fury.
He wore a zipped-up, black leather jacket, the light from the surrounding lamps bouncing off its glistening surface. Its cotton hood dangled behind his neck. He'd taken it off before entering. No time for nonsense. His trousers were black and pressed, his boots black and polished. Hanging off his leather belt, bouncing against his left hip in its sheath whenever he walked, was his machete. Off the same belt hung his butt bags and within his butt bags he kept his two frags, his two stings, his three stuns and his one smoke. Not to mention his six well-balanced knives, thirty-two makibishi, fifteen darts and two six-weight bolas. Tools he carried on his person at all times. Tools that often proved useful when hunting scum. Like the one he planned on killing tonight.
Standing above a display of sand art, on a glass panel, Zel would stare unblinkingly at the second-story room above, waiting for his opponent to exit. Glaring with relentless anger and flaring his nostrils. "Get out, you coward!"
The crowd gasped again and spoke to each other in hushed voices. Zel didn't want them to get hurt. But he was sure they'd leave once the steel was out. And was adamant they'd be gone before blood was spilled. And spilled it would be.
Tonight, the House of Blue Leaves was in for one hell of a bloodbath.