Throw Down [ OPEN ]

[ktfod]

WHO: Open to everyone to tag around
WHERE: Maurtia Falls Underground Fighting Arena
WHEN:Throughout September and into October let's say
WHAT: FIGHTS FIGHTS FIGHTS and training, naturally
WARNINGS: Violence

You've heard of it somewhere...

Maybe it was by accident. Or maybe it's because subconsciously, you were looking for it. Maybe you just like your knuckles bloody and yeah, you have powers, but you just want a fight without depending on them. A fight that's just you and someone else and fists and body, the intimate sort of fight, one that gets your muscles pumping and your sweat thick. ImPort or not, you can still get that urge, and you can't always take advantage of it in this world. Saving people, running them down, it's catch and release to authorities most times. Even spars you set up with other imPorts usually involve powers in some way, you can't just go rough for the fun of it. Akihiko knows it. Feels it. He's got super strength and while it does a hell of a lot it seems like it still hinders him from really enjoying the feel of his muscles tightening.

He's goes for a fight, he doesn't mind pulling punches against nonImPorts, he will, he'll just focus on his boxing technique, on the rough tumble of it all. But sometimes? He can really go all out. Sometimes he can even let some of that super strength ripple through his arms and send it full force to another imPort that's found the same venue he has. Maurtia Falls was shit some people say, no where to be, no where to live, but it had things going for it.

Seems like lately too, more people are finding out about this fighting ring. Underground, an area there loud with pipes and hard to get to unless you know the right building and where it's basement doors are,a nd even then that changes every few months. There's a hall after it, a long one, and you can start to hear and feel the rumble of a crowd as you get deeper until you're looking at a rather thick armed man at the door. He'll give you a look, a- 'are you a cop looking for trouble look', and if you're not? Welcome.

Welcome to the smell of old water, sweat, blood, and money. Welcome to a place riddled in bets and tears, screaming and echoing as fans cheer and curse at fighters slamming eachother in and down inside a wide metal bar contained arena. It's one on one, and while some fights are scheduled, those aren't till the end of the night, the prime events. Until then? It's open for anyone willing to go in. Always one on one though, and the doors are managed by a few people.

No powers preferred they'll say, don't fuck up the arena, just fuck up your opponent. They want a mess and they want it bloody, they want to give the crowd a reason to keep coming and betting they're cash. And they want a reason to get through their day jobs, if only to enjoy that one night every few weeks to watch two people wreck eachother.

And good news, ImPorts? You always get to fight before anyone else, especially if it's imPort v imPort. For some reason the people of this world really like to see imPorts mess eachother up. Wonder why that is?

OOC: Feel free to make open top levels as much as you'd like and date them or not. It's a free for all. Any questions? Just PM Akihiko's journal and I'll do my best to answer.

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[ktfod]

A bit young to be a cop, yeah, that's what helped him get in, though considering imPorts these days... it was hard to tell. Still this play was more lenient with imPorts because they wanted the good show.

A first grip when Akihiko finds that arm. He's not the sort to seek out help and most of the time, runs himself right into getting battered and broken. Asking for help just wasn't his style, but he's gotten more okay with it after all that... loss. It makes him just want to become more capable too though, more ready. It's what led to all this fighting, wanting to be strong, able to protect people, especially those he cared about.

Definitely his prerogative.

"You sure?" Said nearly sternly, but he'll follow. "Thanks." Near roughly, again not really being used to asking for any assistance. He'll smile again though, turning his head to try and glance back but whenever he tries to open his eyes it's just blurred darkness. Not terrible damage, just the result of a growing headache and some heavy swelling.

"You see that final hit? Got me real good before I knocked him out."

[unbreaker]

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it, I know where I'm going." A lie. But look, most places equipped for fighting—even the underground sort—would have a bathroom nearby, right? So Josuke figures that it can't be too far from the room they'd used for their arena, especially given the expectancy for blood spatter in each of the fights.

And there had definitely been a lot of blood.

Once they've put a little distance between themselves and the crowd, taken to the series of hallways winding outwards and away from the arena like veins from a heart, Josuke keeps his eyes peeled for a restroom sign.

"I saw, yeah." Saw Akihiko take the hit and counter with one that was twice as nasty. Obviously there hadn't been a healer on standby, and if Josuke had to guess why, he'd say it was because these people actually liked a little brutality. Still, they'd signed themselves up for it knowing what they were getting into. He can't feel too sorry for them given that. "I thought you might be down for the count but you came right back. Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

[ktfod]

He'll trust him, Akihiko is not at all lacking in confidence enough to think he can't take this guy if he's bullshitting him. Akihiko's got a good idea where the bathrooms are as well, not that they're that nice. They look really slapped together, dirty, leaky, and a lot of the mirrors and tiles are broken. The lights are also an odd colour and make everything look a heavy green yellow. But the sinks work and the water's clean enough.

"School, my own time. A group I'm a part of, SEES, it sees a lot of action. The kind where you don't have to hold back." Said and he smirks, letting out a slightly coughed laugh.

"Still have to hold back here though, I don't really like pulling my punches, but I don't plan on downing any fighter forever."

"What about you, did you just come for the show?"

[unbreaker]

"Never heard of 'em, but I guess you knew that."

Of course, Josuke doesn't suppose it would matter even if he had. He and Akihiko come from completely different worlds, after all. The most they seem to have in common appears to be their fighting spirit.

"Oh, hey, this looks like the place."

Josuke shoves open the bathroom door and helps Akihiko inside and up to the counter. Though poorly lit and in a state of disrepair, the facet water drips clean even if the sink itself is grimy and spotted with rust and dried blood. It could be worse. A lot worse. So it'll have to do.

"I guess that's what I came for, though. The show." And boy did this place deliver. "Never been to something like this before, wondered what it was all about, and now I know."

He glances at Akihiko's swollen face and arches a brow.

"Don't suppose you got a knife, huh?"

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"Some people have-" Rubbing at his face a little, whincing. "There's a good amount of us stuck here and we have been for a while now." They've spoken of it on the network and that, but really, Akihiko doesn't spend a lot of time on the network at all, so Josuke having not heard about them still makes sense enough to him. That and people really were spread out between states here, so he could've also just never met any of them either.

His speech is rough though, and gurgled a little, throat hoarse. He doesn't speak with as much blunt and emotionless clarity as usual. But oddly enough, he sounds a lot happier than he would normally, not that Josuke would know that.

"Yeah-" He'll end up saying but doesn't go to his pockets of his trunks or anything for it. He moves away, to one of the stalls and feels over the broken and tilted doors till he finds the third stall and goes in. There's a pause, some clinking of wall tiles and he steps back out, tossing a small med kit to Josuke, or where the blobby shadow that is Josuke stands.

"I keep it here." Because he's here a lot, and better to have it ready in the bathroom than in some bag or on his person to get fucked with during the fight. The small case contains a medical knife, medical sewing materials, and cleaning and bandaging supplies.

He sighs after it, stumbling over to the sink and grips at it before turning it on and putting his hands under, cupping at the liquid, and splashing it up over his face. His whole head is throbbing but his body's still on fire. He feels god damn hyped, the pump still beats through his muscles, making them feel a range of steam hot to ice cold in chills. It's a great feeling, he really feel like he worked, even though he had to hold back that super strength of his. He often felt like it was more of a bother than a boon.

[unbreaker]

Like Akihiko, Josuke doesn't spend a profuse amount of time surfing the online imPort community. At best, he uses the Network to get in touch with friends and relatives, as well as to get his news on the go, but like most teenagers his age, he's often guilty of demonstrating a horrifically short attention span. If something isn't immediately relevant, it often slips under his radar...

"Maybe I'll get lucky and meet 'em," he says after a moment, meaning the other people from Akihiko's world—the other SEES. And why shouldn't he be so lucky now? With his attention brought to the name of the organization and his already having met Akihiko, the others like him are ten times more likely to stand out now.

Until then, however, he ought to focus on fixing up the fighter's face. Once he's handed the med kit and Akihiko's settled back up against the bathroom counter, Josuke inspects the contents of the box. No dirt, no rust...it all looks pretty good, to be honest. But Josuke still takes care washing off the medical knife and sewing needle. In the absence of a lighter for sterilization, it's the next best thing.

"So what're you in this for?" he asks as he gestures for Akihiko to turn to him. "Does it pay real good, or you in it more for the sport?"

[ktfod]

One in the same, Josuke. On both accounts. His phone/communicator was only really used to contact people directly, but occasionally he'd take a look at the network- usually when he was somewhere he couldn't be moving a lot, like on a bus, or in line inside a store that won't let him do push ups while he waits. As same for things not keeping his attention. When he was interested, he was really interested. But when it had nothing to do with him? When it was pointless to him? He was done with it and usually annoyed if he had to keep dealing with it.

"Maybe, they're around, some more than others." He's not really sure how much Shinjiro gets out now that he thinks about it... he usually has the whole day to himself after all, and since Akihiko got him that car- he's really not sure if he even really uses it... Huh.

He'll idly watch him as Josuke cleans and looks over the kit, glancing up to him finally at the question.

"Sport. I don't really need the money, though it can help." Considering he pays for Shinjiro's living as well, but Akihiko's never really fret over the issue. Infact, he had been the one to push Shinjiro to not get a second job after his first ended. He liked him, home when he got there.

[unbreaker]

"They ever come watch you fight?"

Josuke thinks that if he were fighting in a place like this he might want at least a couple of his friends there on the sidelines. Then again, maybe he wouldn't. The support would be welcome, but he doesn't pride himself on being someone capable of great harm even if he is. He wouldn't want his friends to see him as someone here purely for sport and not necessity.

Necessity that may actually exist, whether he wants to admit it or not. After all, there's always trouble for imPorts to handle, and Josuke wants very much to stay sharp and keep his skills even sharper. He also needs the money......

"...okay, don't move."

He could fix a punctured eye if the knife slipped, but that's probably an experience they can both do without enduring right now. Much easier to simply settle in close—kind of weird, but he tries not to think about it—and to rest the edge of the knife against Akihiko's swollen brow. To make a small incision, done slowly so as not to split the skin wide open, but quickly enough that Akihiko doesn't have to sit under the blade for too long. And once it's done? To quickly hand the other teen some paper towels for after he washes off his face.

He'd ask how Akihiko felt, but he's more or less been in the same position before. He knows without having to ask. So instead, the question on his mind is, "This thing take on new fighters a lot?" Wasn't going to let himself consider it, not really...but here he is anyway, wondering at the possibility.

Sure, he's got two part-time jobs, but neither one pays exceptionally well and it's barely enough to support him let alone all the animals he's keeping at the moment. A little something for on the side...it might be nice.