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Riddick (r_b_riddick) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-26 21:32:00

Current mood:	angry
Entry tags:	complete, day 9, mamoru chiba, richard riddick, tuxedo mask

Who: Riddick and OTA
What: Riddick is pissed and looks for a fight?
When: in the early evening
Where: The fitness center
Rating: Heh right off ,PG13 for language and violence!
Status:Complete

Riddick was very much aware that his new roomie was not there and also aware that Vaako did not approve of the fact that Riddick kept the place dark. But he didn't care really.He didn't even want Vaako sharing a damn room with him but what choice did he have?

What was even odder was the strange and weird emotions the other man brought up in the Furyan not to mention the fact that he made Riddick all confused. And even more the fact that Riddick was actually worried about the Necro's well being. He could not lie to himself and say it was because he wanted to hurt himself because he actually felt something almost akin to guilt for what he had done to Vaako yesterday. And the more he thought the more pissed he became.

Growling, Riddick finally had enough. Sure he could work out in his room but being here reminded him of vaako and he needed to get away. He grabbed a bag with some clothes in it and his glasses and headed out. He didn't mind the rain as it soaked him heading toward the main building. He needed to do something to get out this anger right now. Luckily he found a gym and no one was around so he entered it.

Quickly changing Riddick dimmed the lights so he could go without his glasses and found a bag near by. So using bared fists, Riddick began to take his anger and aggression out on the nearby punching bag. He kept punching, his knuckles raw and beginning to crack. It was only helping him a little.

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r_b_riddick
2008-08-05 07:07 pm UTC (link)

There was no way Riddick would have been able to know that the walking stick was just that. He was a man who was always prepared. And when a weapon was brought into the focus, he would not be without his own. Of course he could fight without them and well. Hell he had killed men with his bare hands. He frowned remembering the fact that he could not kill here. He wondered though what would happen if he did. It couldn't be any worse than the hell he was already in.

"Begin? Don't think I asked or your permission." He paused as if thinking , trying to remember if he had." In fact I am sure I didn't." Once more his voice and tone was mocking. He moved closer, the blades firmly in his grip. He wouldn't use them unless he had to, he told himself.

But oh what a fight this was turning out to be. It was going back and forth and this foe was worthy in many ways. Riddick smiled sickly wondering just how far this would go. Who would walk away hurt more. Of course he would heal. He was already starting too but he would never let on that he was.

He circled the other man, his silvery eyes on him intently. He swung the blades in his hand before putting them back in their holster on his hips. He lunged at the other man, once more knocking him down hard to the ground. Only thing time he didn't punch him, Riddick simply moved off of the other man and glared down at him.

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prince_endymion
2008-08-05 08:16 pm UTC (link)

The blow to the head hadn't affected the other man as much as he'd thought it would. This was not as easy as he would have thought, even transformed. He was sore and aching from the numerous punches the other man had gotten in, and he knew he would be black and blue with bruises tomorrow. With a snap of his fingers, the walking stick disappeared, just in time for him to be knocked down again. It seemed to be a favored tactic of Riddick's, and maybe he could use that against him...

Once again, he slid out from under the other man, just before he got a lock on him. Blue eyes were faintly mocking as they looked up into Riddick's silvery ones, and he shifted himself over by the solid steel weightlifting bench. One more thing was needed... he just had to get Riddick upset enough to charge him. He made a wild guess as to why the bald man was so enraged, and went with it. It was a long shot, but...

"Whoever you love, whoever's got you in this state, you aren't good enough for them. You don't deserve them. It's better that you fight me than waste your time on something so hopeless."

Just as he'd hoped, the bald man snarled and charged at him. He waited until the last minute, like he was going to engage in an old fashioned Karate fight with him, but at the very last possible second, he jumped out of the way, over the sets of weights, and off towards the door. Riddick's head slammed into the solid bench, and hopefully, it would daze him for long enough that he could make his escape. The knives had changed things for him. He just wanted to get away without being hurt... or without being hurt further, if truth be told. He was sore over every part of his body, and this human had put him through his paces more than anyone else he could remember.

As he made his way to the exit, he had to admit to himself that this wasn't a victory. It was a strategic retreat. He didn't truly know who would win if they had fought to a standstill, but it might not have been him and that scared the hell out of him. He opened the door, and looked over his shoulder for just a second.

"A word of advice, my amateur friend. Do not allow your passions to control you. Control them instead. Farewell."

With that, as he had done so many times after fighting to save Sailor Moon and the other Sailor Senshi, he disappeared through the door, letting it close behind him. His Tuxedo Mask outfit shimmered and altered into his workout clothes he'd been wearing before, and without any further ado, he headed towards his room. A shower would be just what his sore body and aching muscles needed.

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