When You Think You Know... [Open]

“Oooh…. Yessssssss.”, came the groan of pleasure from behind the section of bushes that the female had hidden herself behind. She liked her privacy and had chosen a less traveled path in a section of the park not normally bothered with to hide away as she took care of herself and her needs and urges.

It wasn’t the first groan that had sounded as such from behind the clump of bushes she was hidden behind, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. The sound was almost orgasmic in context, and the heavy breathing to boot caused several teenagers who had been passing by to take pause and look over in the direction of the bushes. It was a small three person group of teenage boys who looked like they were between the ages of sixteen and eighteen years old.

“Fuuuuuuck.”

The teenager boys snickered and elbowed each other in the ribs, lifting their fingers up to their mouths as they shushed each other and moved ever closer to the large clump of bushes. “Shh! Shut up, she’ll hear you.”

“Dude, this is awesome!”

“Shhhhh!”

The teenagers moved closer to the bush and the eldest boy reached up, his hands lifted to part the bush that stood between themselves and the female on the other side. Their hearts were all beating rapidly and they each had an identical grin of anticipation plastered on their faces. The eldest bit his bottom lip as he slowly began to part the bush in front of him. When the male’s brown eyes however saw what was on the other side his face changed from a look of lust and perversion into horror. With a yelp he took a step backwards and tripped, sprawling on the ground. “What the fuck! Let’s get out of here!”, he called out as he scrambled to his feet and took off running.

His buddies looked at each other, to the back of their fleeing friend, and then back to the bush. “What’s his problem?”

“Maybe he’s scared of… you know.”

“Let’s take a peak.”, came the hushed and quiet conversation as yet another series of feminine moans came out from behind the bush. The two younger of the group crept forward and reached towards the bush just as their buddy had. Each took hold of a separate side and pulled them apart before sticking their heads through the opening to see what exactly there was to see.

What they had been hoping was a naked woman in the throes of pleasure was in fact a female with exceptionally long black colored hair that was up in a messy ponytail, pale flesh, and molten-silver colored eyes who was fully dressed in a black top with red trimmed that showed a decent bit of cleavage and left her mid-drift bare, black pants that ended right below her knees and hung low on her hips, and black combat boots, whose stomach and arms were covered in fresh blood. At the moment that female, Destiny, was slicing a long and sharpened pointer finger of her right hand across her lower belly with enough force to cause more blood to well up, and as she did so she let out a very satisfied groan.

The boys stared for but a few seconds before they both let out screams louder than those of their friend. Destiny’s head jerked up, momentarily distracted from self-harming herself, in time to see the boys fall backwards and disappear behind the other side of the bush. Blinking she leaned to the side so she could peer around the bush with her molten-silver colored eyes: watching as the boys scrambled to their feet and took off running after their friend.

A slow grin spread across Destiny's face as she watched them flee in terror. "Wimps... Don't knock it before you try it.", she said to herself before she turned back around and returned to what she was doing...

Pain Addiction SC:

Word Count: 750 Words

As Bankai was talking his walk, there were some boys that ran past him. As the first one ran past him, he grabbed him and stopped him as he looked at the frightened young boy in the eyes.

"What's wrong? What frightened you?" asked Bankai with genuine concern on his face.

"There...over there." stammered the young boy as he pointed in the direction of where he came from. "There's....there's a woman...."

"What woman? What is she doing? Did she hurt you?" said Bankai as his voice gotten anxious and he shook the boy a little.

"She's crazy! Crazy I tell you! She's cutting herself! Let me go! I will be safer the further I am away from her!" said the boy frantically as Bankai let him go and watched him run away. He saw some other boys running too and no doubt it was this same woman that caused all this. It piqued Bankai's curiousity as he walked in the direction of where the boys came from. The closer he got, he heard the ecstatic moans of a woman. Now he was really interested. He parted the bushes and that was when he saw the curious looking woman mutilating herself...and what was more, she was getting pleasure from it.

"Hey...this is not the way a lady should be living." said Bankai as he stood there looking at her with his arms folded.

She was in the midst of slicing another long, but not too deep, cut into her stomach with her sharpened fingernail when another voice interrupted her and caused her to pause. A smirk formed on her face even though a sigh escaped her: she wasn't annoyed though, simply weary because she hadn't been able to finish and it looked like she wasn't going to be able to anytime soon. Her eyelids fluttered back open – her having closed them after the boys had gone running off in terror – and her molten silver colored gaze turned onto the individual now standing with his arms folded.

”Considering the alternative is me carving into someone else' flesh I'd think this was the better of the two options...”, she said as her smirk turned into a very coy smile. Her words weren't a lie of course: given her addiction it was either she harmed herself or she harmed someone else – harming someone else would get her into a lot of trouble, of that she was sure.

”You know, this part of the park isn't usually that busy...”, she added on as an after thought. She had never been disturbed here before, but it seemed as if she would have to find a new location to take care of herself in – or perhaps just do it at home.

Slowly Destiny brought her finger she had been using to slice into her self into her mouth and licked it clean of blood. She then reached over and carefully pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket – deep purple in color – and used it to clean the blood up off of her stomach: it would reveal five long horizontal slices. ”So, are you here to show me the error of my ways? To try and get me to stop harming myself or something?”, she asked, glancing back towards the male. ”If you are you should just save it; there's no saving me from myself.”

Word Count: 336 + 750 = 1,086

Bankai's eyebrow raised as he looked at her actions. It is not everyday that you see another person willingly consume their blood. He smiled at the awful look that she gave to him. He had seen it many times before from different people and it did not phase him.

"I came to neither stop you or save you. In my opinion everyone lives their lives how they see fit." said Bankai calmly as he unfolded his hands. "I just came to to use you to test my self...that's all there is to it. One thing I know is, I won't be running scared like those little kids." he said shaking his head slowly and smiling and began walking towards her.

He knew one thing is certain, that this person will be nothing more than a target for sparring for him. He knew nothing of the woman that was before him but that mattered little. As far as he was concerned, neither did she. It was a while that he wanted to get into a real fight and really test himself. He hoped that the woman who bathed in the pain of herself. Oh how he wished that she could have the same zeal if she really decided to fight him

"I hope you come at me as if you want to kill me." said Bankai as his smile widened a bit.

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Things were going good. His small veture was building up nicely. Raquel was pulling girls from Slick's brothel when they went out for jobs, promising better pay and treatment. Of course, those girls were flocking to Drake like flies to shit. Soon enough, he would need to expand his operation.  Dealing in flesh like he was was indeed profitable, but he had desire for more money. But how..?

He'd decided to take a walk, hoping to that an idea would come to him. He was dressed informally, as per usual; a red trench coat over the protective shirt that was made to resemble bandanges and fishnet. His bottom half was clothed in those strange camo pants; dark red, grey, and black print. Attached on the outside of his thights were two holsters, each holding a modified weapon that he fashioned for his own protection, but those were for visible intimidation. If things got out of hand, there were other weapons that he could produce in order to even the field.

Boots crunched against the ground as he walked, hands thrust deep into his pockets. He wasnt particularly paying attention to where he was going on this day, but this usually had a way of working out for him. It wouldnt be long before he found himself moving through the park, passing through a rarely used section. While he kind of liked solitude, he didnt mind some company.

Up ahead, he could see two people off to the side of the path, one standing up and the other crouched in the bushes. There was a faint waft of blood in the air, something that was definately out of place in the park. As he drew closer, he caught snippets of the conversation, as well as reconizing the face of the person crouched on the ground, Dezzy.

The other person, someone that Drake did not recognize. But judging by the conversation, he didnt seem all too friendly. Perhaps, it was time to make his presence known?

"Hey, Destiny! Yo!" It was perfect; this section of the park was quiet with few people around, But there WERE people around. If something foul was indeed happening, it would be best to get the attention of as may people around to witness it; less convincing he would have to do later. "How ya been, girl?!" It was very much unlike himself, the way he was acting. Hopefully, Dezzy would be able to catch on fairly quickly. He'd worked with her quite a few times before, and hopefully she would catch on quickly.

Was this guy insane? From the sound of things this stranger, someone she had never even seen before, wanted to use her as a 'test subject' which she assumed meant he was about to try and attack her. It was enough to have Destiny on her feet as quickly as possible. She took several steps back, quickly, and kept her molten-silver colored gaze on Bankai: she had had no intentions of getting herself involved in any trouble today, but apparently trouble had found her.

Before she could respond to what Bankai had said though Drake was calling out to her: it wasn't his normal method of greeting – in fact, it was quite out of character to him. He was being purposely loud, something she noticed easily, and she assumed it was so that as much attention as possible was drawn to their location. Keeping her attention on Bankai she responded, ”Hey, Drake! Good to see you again.” As she spoke she kept her eyes trained on Bankai, expecting some sort of attack and more then ready to get herself out of the way at a moments notice: she wasn't going to be caught talking and allow him to take a cheap shot.

”I was good, Drake. At least until this guy showed up and made it clear he was looking for trouble.”, she added, ensuring that Drake knew the sort of situation that was likely about to come down.

To Bankai she would simply say, ”I have no intentions of fighting you, why don't you go find someone else to mess with?”

Word Count: 265 + 1,086 = 1,351

.oO( >_> Kind of a cheap shot to want to pick a fight with a brand new character who doesn't even have jutsu, yet. Let alone in their first thread/post.)

ooc: lol. i wont be using any jutsu. none what so ever. this is an rp. what you really think? that i am going to kill you? i dont roll like that.
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Bankai was surprised at her actions as he laughed at her attempt at drawing attention to herself and moved accordingly. He dashed at her and dropped low as he reached up to her and delivered a sweeping kick with his right foot to both her legs in an effort to get her moving.

"For fucks sake...... he's late."

Spoken words would echo in an annoyed tone as Xylo leaned idly against a tall aged sakura tree. For he was at the meeting point at which he was supposed to complete his transaction with a Lieutenant Colonel, however this man was late. Bored shitless, his hands would delve upon his part of the deal, this in turn was one of his greatest inventions yet, a large sea anchor. But how bizarre yes? A sea anchor to be traded to a Hanagakure militant, however this wasn't the weirdest part. For it was a damn battle axe, made out of carbon steel to emphasize damage and minimize weight to keep maneuverability. And when used properly it would excrete vapor, which would go well to his desnignated buyer who supposedly utilized steam in his techniques. Xylo's weapon creating ability had been astonishing the village, however what astonished Xylo was the fact that this fat bastard was over twenty minutes late, however crimson hued lenses would point towards a group of young militants, all running from something. Due to him being minutely deaf, Xylo couldn't actually hear what their responses were, however he would decide to locate the commotion.

Walking briskly toward his destination, he would only notice three individuals talking, but again Xylo couldn't hear a damn word, so he would take to lip reading. But by the time he had begun, one of the gentleman would dash at a speed much similiar to Xylo's, whilst watching an amusing sweeping kick. An old fashioned technique, but a great starter. His two crimson orbs would then pan above him noticing a nice tall branch atop yet another cherry blossom tree. Thrusting backward off the ground his body would spin until his bottom would sit comfortably atop the branch whilst still grasping the anchor leaning atop his shoulder. Panning affront him, Xylo was happy to watch how the event would pan out.

OOC: Hope you guys don't mind. Won't join in the fighting antics, however I'd like to watch as part of character development. Oh praise the open threads.


Wind Training: 329/1000 Words.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!"

Each word was laced with fury; the man seemed to appear from thin air beside Destiny as Bankai prepared to launch his kick, resheathing Mangekyou as he did so. A strange stillness would hang in the air, the Commander General's eyes locked onto the body of Bankai as he seemed to wait for something. What was he waiting for? What was he doing here?

It was really simple. He'd been attempting to test the limitations of his recently aquired weapons and items that the weaponsmith had delivered earlier in the week. While Jai was fairly certain that the weapons would need an actual battle to test them with, there were somethings he could test. Namely, his cloak.

Spoiler:

He'd been moving through the area, finishing up what he believed to be a sucessful test of his cloak when the sounds of someone talking loudly would catch his ear. He would turn in this direction, still catching snippets of the conversation.

”I was good, Drake. At least until this guy showed up and made it clear he was looking for trouble.”

Whom? Gold eyes could make this man out, even from this distance. Jai almost groaned.

Bankai.

”I have no intentions of fighting you, why don't you go find someone else to mess with?”

Okay, that was strange. Was he attempting to harm this woman? Was that why she was bleeding?

Okay, this was ending right now.

It was simple, really. A technique that he developed just for situations like this. Mangekyou was with him, as it always was while he was within the village. At this distance of 25 feet, he would easily reach the duo in time to execute his attack. The only question; would Bankai be able to dodge the attack, or block the attemped strikes? Highly unlikely. Jai was approaching Bankai from behind; his attention was more than likely on this female he was attempting to attack.

Spoiler:

Jai would move past Bankai in an instant, just as this man was launching his attack at Dezzy. Mangekyou was swung seven times, with each slash aimed at vital spots on Bankai's body; both of his achilles tendons, the backs of his knees and across the inside of his elbows and once across his chest. Each strike, if connecting, would be devastating; Bankai would find himself unable to stand, crumpling down to the ground before he could get his attack launched.

Spoiler:

Would Bankai be able to counter this attack? Jai doubted. Even if by some miracle that he was able to counter, it did not matter to the commander general; he was here, and Bankai was in a world of trouble.

Spoiler:

.oO(Drake told me to skip him, so doing so.)

He was going to attack her. Her reaction time and her speed were greater, and therefore she saw it coming easily enough. Easy enough to dodge out of the way, and avoid being hit. She would do this by quickly jumping up, flipping to the side – opposite of Jai – and landing roughly six feet away and way out of the range of any more up close attacks. Upon landing though, it would seem that this fight might be over before it began – as the Commander General himself had arrived and was attempting to attack the man who had tried to harm her. She didn't see how this guy was going to get out of the Commander General himself's attack, but time would tell.

Knowing that she would only get in the way if she attempted to 'lend a hand' she simply moved over to Drake quickly, coming to a stop next to him, with her gaze still trained on the fight.

He heard the rustle of clothing and the crunch of bladed grass that were crushed by heavy feet behind him that came at a blinding speed. A little bit again and it would have been too late. It was so fast that his brain had a hard time to keep up with everything else. He was in mid run towards his chosen opponent when he felt it, when he felt the possible bringer of his death; when it all came crashing down...

"Fuck..."


As he felt the blade hit his body, he performed the Kawarimi no jutsu in an instant, and in a gentle puff of smoke, where the blade of the commander had struck it was replaced with a log as it was cleaved into several pieces. However there was a sizzle and a smell of burning paper then BOOM! As the exploding tag was ignited and caused an explosion, adding a surprise effect for Bankai to make his escape. It should serve as a surprise or at best a good diversion. Bankai for one of the few times in his life he felt as if he was going to die. Kawarimi was more used as a reflex action more than anything else. By that time Bankai knew that he had to escape. There was no way he was ready to fight the commander general himself. And besides, he once viewed the man as his superior and now, there was no turning back for attacking a fellow officer. Knowing him a bit, there was no doubt Bankai's career would never survive what was to come if he got lucky. Bankai was long gone, knowing fully well that it would only be a matter of hours or so before he was found as he disappeared in another gentle puff of smoke as he used the body flicker technique and left the area completely.

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The action was just incredible to say the least, and it come and gone in an instant. Looking wide eyed affront him as what looked to be a mere sparring match had turned into something Xylo would simply snigger at. He could truly smell the bloodlust in the air, it was more of intuition that a sixth sense, how suprised Xylo was when he saw a shadow come to form slashing viciously at one of the males, only to notice it was the damn leader of the village, the impeccable, Commander General Jai. It truly was Xylo's day, as who get to to see the flawless finesse of the Hanagakures leader. His sword would swipe with pinpoint precision, only to notice the once perpetrator and now victim would utilise a breathtaking use of the substitution jutsu to get away, as he noticed a log being smashed into miniscule pieces. But if that wasn't the end of it, a damn explosion would follow.

It would seem Xylo had the perfect show before him as he continued to sit atop the branch whilst his free hand would reach into silk confines in his jacket before flicking up a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. Sadly Xylo could tell the show was coming to a close, however Xylo would be eager to see how the event would unfold. Expelling a large cloud of smoke, his crimson orbs would flick around, thinking on whether he should see if everyone was okay. However, he would notice a familiar face moving to him and he immediately tossed the anchor before the characters feet. "The Bronze Anchor is yours, that'll be four thousand ryo." His weapons were incredibly over priced, but it was the professional service in his expertise that would allow him to charge what ever he wanted. He would notice the man now retrieving his anchor to pick it up smiling before looking back at Xylo and tossing him four thousand ryo, all in 100 ryo notes and tied with rubber bands. Catching the money Xylo would continue to stare back at the fight in hope of seeing more.

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Wind training: 687/1000

OOC:

Did he really think he would be able to do as he wished like this? A Substitution used; then the smell of burning paper?

Fucking tags.

The Commander General moved on insticnt, moving to Drake and Destiny and spreading his cape around them both to protect them from the blast of the explosive tag.  When the explosion died down, he would lower the cloak, grimacing.

Bankai had lost his fucking mind, that was clear. He'd attacked a fellow officer without provocation, attempted to blow up his commanding officer, and now was running away.

Reaching up to tap the wireless radio, he would quickly tune it a specific frequency, one that would register on every military communication line. Anyone with a wireless radio that was active would hear it.

"Attention soldiers. This is Commander General Kyamalie with a direct order to apprehend Leuitenant Bankai Misaki for crimes against Hanagakure. He is wanted dead or alive. Anyone attempting to aid the fugitive will be arrested and tried. If you spot him, but are unable to apprehend him yourself, please notify central command with your location and the direction the fugitive was heading in. Commander General, Over and out."

To Drake and Destiny, he would turn, head tipping to the side. "You two okay?"

Destiny would nod to the Commander's question: no harm no foul. She still didn't know what possessed that guy to act the way he did, but she was glad that the situation was over. If no one bothered to stop her she would just turn and leave.

-Exit-

.oO(Just.. skip me or whatever. I no longer have the urge to post in this thread.)

Inhaling deeply into the tightly rolled tobacco, crimson hued lenses would gaze at the commander general as he ordered the group before him. Surprised by his words, Xylo would stare in awe at the plain charisma he felt, as someone who directed the village had so much respect to the point of idle Hanagakure militants sprinting into action to help catch this 'Bankai Misaki.' A chuckle would leave his lips as he exhaled, expelling a small cloud of smoke to cloud around him whilst he bent forward allowing his body to drop from the tree branch. Landing on both feet whilst having both hands sit comfortably in his pockets, his body would lean back allowing his posture to straighten whilst he nodded to the Commander General in approval that he would act immediately to his order.

Swiftly with grace, his legs would bend allowing his center of gravity to lower, within the instant of this movement he would thrust of the ground, sprinting into action as he leapt across tree's that had filled the park. Sakura blossom petals would uplift and erupt from his speed, allowing a pink haze to follow in his wake. It was truly a sight to see, as his crimson gaze panned to his side noticing a pink haze erupting from all sides of the park which only meant more militants were already starting their search. Xylo's hand would firmly grasp the large collection of cash wish had resided in his pocket, as once again he would chuckle. This was truly an eventful day, not only had he seen Jai in action but got to rip off some aquatic bastard thanks to his need for a sea anchor. His cigarette would dance backward as he flicked it away so that he couldn't be smelt. Shaking his head in delight, Xylo would re-focus onto the task at hand, making sure the prime target of the village would now run for his life. It was hunting time.

~ Exit Thread. ~


Wind training: 1010/1000