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maskormenacelogs2015-03-17 12:19 am
glampop) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-03-17 12:19 am
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a little party never killed nobody, so we gon’ dance until we drop
WHO: Caesar Zeppeli (glampop) and that stupid clown (debauchewy)
WHERE: a patch of woodland outside of De Chima
WHEN: 3/16, afternoon
WHAT: a sparring session
WARNINGS: Hisoka. Fighting. Swearing. Clowns.
[Caesar said he should have an 'arena' for their spar by Sunday, he found the place on Saturday, and he doesn't shoot Hisoka a text until Monday is well under way. It's a simple message comprised of no apology for the delay, but the coordinates of where to meet, and then a suggestion that they do so around two in the afternoon. With that, the date was set, and Caesar could half-focus his attention on a short meeting with his modeling manager.
Quarter-focus.
One-sixth-focus.
He hasn't had a real match in months. Joseph's been more out and about than he has, and while exercise has kept him from losing the density of his muscles, Caesar can't help but feel lazy. With all the politics swirling around, this hero business has been a hassle. Going to photoshoots and otherwise training alone has been the easy course. No more. Not since Jojo took the time to yell at him over such selfishness.
So what if he's dead? He's breathing here. And now he has someone willing to make that breath go ragged. He wouldn't mind it. A real fight.
At one-thirty, he's in the meadow clearing of a wood region right outside of the De Chima suburbs. The early arrival isn't to earn himself a leg up on his competition-- he wants to make sure no one will show up and potentially be caught in the fray. In the past, he's used bystanders to serve a purpose in a battle, but he doesn't feel the need to humiliate this opponent. (Frankly, the guy's fashion sense does it for him.) This is strictly to be a test of skill.
He'll wait, and he'll do so patiently.]
glampop) and that stupid clown (debauchewy)WHERE: a patch of woodland outside of De Chima
WHEN: 3/16, afternoon
WHAT: a sparring session
WARNINGS: Hisoka. Fighting. Swearing. Clowns.
[Caesar said he should have an 'arena' for their spar by Sunday, he found the place on Saturday, and he doesn't shoot Hisoka a text until Monday is well under way. It's a simple message comprised of no apology for the delay, but the coordinates of where to meet, and then a suggestion that they do so around two in the afternoon. With that, the date was set, and Caesar could half-focus his attention on a short meeting with his modeling manager.
Quarter-focus.
One-sixth-focus.
He hasn't had a real match in months. Joseph's been more out and about than he has, and while exercise has kept him from losing the density of his muscles, Caesar can't help but feel lazy. With all the politics swirling around, this hero business has been a hassle. Going to photoshoots and otherwise training alone has been the easy course. No more. Not since Jojo took the time to yell at him over such selfishness.
So what if he's dead? He's breathing here. And now he has someone willing to make that breath go ragged. He wouldn't mind it. A real fight.
At one-thirty, he's in the meadow clearing of a wood region right outside of the De Chima suburbs. The early arrival isn't to earn himself a leg up on his competition-- he wants to make sure no one will show up and potentially be caught in the fray. In the past, he's used bystanders to serve a purpose in a battle, but he doesn't feel the need to humiliate this opponent. (Frankly, the guy's fashion sense does it for him.) This is strictly to be a test of skill.
He'll wait, and he'll do so patiently.]