| Fish & Fights |
[Mar. 14th, 2007|12:52 am] |
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| |  grumpy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | U2 | ] |
Today, after spending forever to catch my damn dinner. Some blond guy on the beach bummped into me, caused me to drop my dinner, and caused me to kick his ass...well sort of.
He was strong, very strong, the kind of fight I've been looking for, but the problem was, the police had found out and the sirens were wailing from close by. I didn't feel like being caught by the law, being that they were already coming after me from earlier, petty crimes, but I could take them on.
But before I fled into the ocean, I told the blond guy in the leather jacket that I would find him again, and we would settle it with me being the winner. He could have been a karate guy, cop, or just a all around tough guy, but whoever he was, he would go down the next time we meet! |
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| I'm closing in.... |
[Feb. 2nd, 2007|01:44 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | In my hammock | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Van Halen | ] |
The word is out on the street and I've heard of two badasses that are looking for a fight. Only problem is, I can't seem to locate them, or what they look like. But that won't stop me, I'll get the challenge I'm looking for. No one's going to stop me from being the baddest on the island.
Though I have gone around asking...I can't find a lead on who these guy's are. I've stopped by Miroku and Sango's place of buisness, but they haven't heard a thing about the guy's looking for me.
Even though I can't find them, and it's hard to track what you don't know. I'm still getting excited, my blood is boling each day, hotter and hotter. They must be close if that is the reason for the stirring in my blood. Excellent... |
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| Nobody Strong Enough!! |
[Jan. 28th, 2007|12:24 am] |
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| [ | Current Location |
| | Home | ] |
| [ | music |
| | James Brown | ] |
For the last few weeks I have had no luck in finding anyone strong enough to fight. Anyone I came across were either too weak or just big shots who thought they were tough bastards. I've gone from the beaches to the mountains and still nothing. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places for strong guys, but it's getting on my nerves.
I've mostly just been sleeping in my hammock, ignoring training and eating, even going to that little resteraunt by the beach that I like. I kept having dreams in far off places, someone who could match me in strength, but in the end, I always woke up, and kicked the tree in anger.
I dream of the day I fight someone who is worth it. I'm not giving up hope yet, my blood boils when I search for someone tough, I guess it means that there is someone on this island I have not met yet, and I'll do whatever it takes to draw them out. |
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[Jan. 6th, 2007|12:56 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  full | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Black Sabbath | ] |
With what little money I had in my pockets, I decided to check out a food joint close to the beach. I walked in to see many open seats at the bar, and a few empty booths. Before going to he bar area, I headed over to the jukebox, but saw nothing of any taste whatsoever. I kicked the brightly lit machine and it began to play by itself.
I walked over to the bar and seated myself, gazing around to see a few hot looking women checking me out. I smiled back, admiring the swimwear they were in.
I was soon distracted by what seemed to be the head waitress of the joint. I checked her out, but she didn't appeal to me, well maybe a little. She handed me a menu, but I scoffed and just told her to get me the special in a hurry. She huffed and trotted herself back into the kitchen calling the cook's name, telling him one special.
While waiting for the special. I continued to look around the resteraunt, noticing that there were no strong looking guy's around, but plenty of women to pick up after I chowed down, I didn't want to invite them over while I ate, it'd mean I'd have to pay for their meals too. And I wasn't even sure how much this special was going to be.
The waitress came back, she handed me a plate of what seemed to be seafood, I couldn't tell, but it smelled good. I woofed it down no sooner had it hit the counter top. I finished really quick, and the check was laid before me. I smiled, and spat a piece of food back to the plate. I could pay it and still have some cash left over, and being that the special was so good, I couldn't run, even though my brain was telling me to. I paid, and said I would be back again for that same plate. I told them to label it a Mugen special.
I really have to learn how to read at one point... |
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