5/23/2003

02:36 PM

Logfile from Chase.

 

The East River Docks

The farther east you go in this part of New York City, the darker it seems to get. Shadows cast by the Brooklyn Bridge and the raised parkway, the F.D.R. Drive, seem to keep this area in constant shade and perpetual semi-darkness. The air is somewhat cooler here as well, nearer to the waterfront. Apart from the South Street Seaport, which is located slightly north of this location, the area is mostly deserted by the tourist trade. Only hardened New Yorkers come here - the ones that can fend for themselves.

Dirt and grime are the keywords as they blanket every dark corner. The smell of fish permeates the air as a number of old werehouses, each probably garnering at least ten different building code violations, line the shores of the river. With so many places to hide and lurk, the dredges of New York consider this a haven.

Sayuri is here.

Obvious exits:

Bowery St. (WE)   The Mended Drum   Abandoned Warehouse

Chase is loitering once more. He tends to do that from time to time, mostly with purpose. Again, he has purpose while he does so. Instead of perched up on the wall, he is more leaned against it, casually, fingers idly tracing the groves of the bricks. Humming under his breath, he flickers a glance up and down the sidewalk before sighing rather dramatically. Bored.

Sayuri saunters easily up from the subway, eyes widening slightly as she spies Chase.  She hadn't really expected him to show up.  Gaze narrowing slightly as she studies him, she makes her way over to the Genbu, grinning, "Ah, so you decided to show up after all.  You've got courage."  And she can't help but admire that.  Leaning back against the way and crossing her arms, she notes, "Usually I have no time for boys, they're so dull and boring.  Sort of like the comics that they read, ne?  But you, Chase-kun, are interesting.  For instance, how did you learn that you could manipulate ice the way that you do?"

 

Chase has never backed down from a challenge in his life, even if he has more than fair odds of getting his arse kicked. Hey, you never know... and it might just be fun anyway. At the sound of footsteps, he lifts his gaze, watching the girl as she approaches. He straightens, pulling away from the wall. He responds with a chuckle, reaching down for the long pack propped up against the wall, shouldering it, "Either that or I hadn't anything better to do today. And I told you I'd be here." Dark eyebrows arch at the interesting comment, "Easy. Had a run in with a mountain lion." Well, at least in his lifetime, that is.

his lifetime/ this lifetime

 

Sayuri casts a sidelong gaze towards Chase.  "Mountain lion?"  Shaking her head, she pushes off the wall and heads towards the subway again.  "There's a dojo in Chinatown.  I did some asking around yesterday."  She got a few weird looks regarding her questions, but she really didn't care.  She's got more important things to worry about than whether or not her doorman thinks she's insane.  Or Algebra.  Yeah, she's ducked out of school early again.  Nothing new, classes are incredibly boring.  "And are mountain lions a frequent threat here in New York?"  Hey, she's a foreigner, she's only got a vague idea of what a mountain lion looks like.  Still, they might be something fun to fight.

 

"No, that would be the alligators in the sewers you have to look out for." And the tentacle monsters, but we really won't go there. Chase trots forward to walk along beside her. "Imagine that, a dojo in Chinatown." Sarcasm. It'll more than likely be the very same one that so many chi-users frequent too. Things just happen that way. "So, going to tell me why you tried to brain me with your knife yesterday?

 

Sayuri rolls her eyes, "Alligators in the sewers.  What do you take me for, a fluff-brained school-girl?"  Okay, okay, don't go by appearances.  "And you're sarcasm is noted, comic-book boy."  Something about her tone makes it known that it's not appreciated.  And as for his question, she just shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head.  "Nope."  That's her simple answer.  "Going to tell me why you were hanging out on the wall and who you were waiting for?"  Say doesn't really expect an answer to that question.  She's learned that the best way to get information is to intimidate it out of people, but somehow she's thinking that tactic won't work with Chase.

 

Ti Kwan Leep Public Dojo

In the entranceway is a counter were people must sign up to use the dojo, rental of the various practicing rooms go by the hour, or use of the main gym for members only for a modest annual fee. The stern looking and muscular man over seeing all of this seems quite adamant about no one going past without meeting their particular requirements. There's a clause on the sheet that says the dojo is not responsible for any injuries incurred on the premises.

There are several floors available, some smaller private practice rooms on the first level, a larger set on the second floor with higher ceilings meant for weapons practice and flips. The main gym however is in the basement and looks not only heavily reinforced, but the walls are lined with racks and shelves filled with practice weaponry, dummies stacked in the corners, and stacks of practice mats in the corner.

Obvious exits:

Exit

 

Chase leads her towards the dojo, a bit of a smirk on his features as he isn't at all surprised about where they end up. "I've been here quite a few times before. People here are alright." You know, like Kenny. "I was just there reading a comic book. Obviously. What do you take me for? Not all of us have nefarious purposes like mugging hapless loiterers." He moves up to the front desk to request a free room, and then he is leading Sayuri towards it.

 

"Is that so?  Then we'll see if all your practicing has worked," is Sayuri's response.  She shifts her bag on her shoulder, the stereotypical square student bag, not the backpack that the other students insist on wearing.  Inside it, she's stuffed a change of clothing.  No matter what the anime artists portray on television, it's rather difficult to fight in a fuuku.  "Sure you were," is her response to the comic book comment.  "And I wasn't going to mug you.  Doesn't look like you've got an awful lot worth taking as it is."  She's not being snarky, just truthful.  Chase looks like a student, couldn't be much older than she is, and thus ranks up there with bums and children as targets.  Easy, but the reward not worth the effort.  Following Chase towards the practice room, she glances around.  Usually these dojos have changing rooms, ne?

 

Chase was actually rather hoping she would do this in the fuuku, but he'll just have to live with disappointment. He rolls his eyes at her, muttering, "Well, I /would/ have had a lot more at the time." Nope, back to scavenging at Brice's, and he actually got pizza last night too. He is good to go now. "And I've had someone try to mug me for less." Like the clothes off of his back. Kenny got trash can lids thrown at him for that. She's lucky she only fell on her duff. He points a finger off to the side, indicating a room. "There. I'll wait." While he does, shoes are slipped off, and shirt tugged away. Really rather not get it all sweaty. Laundry, you know.

 

Sayuri flashes Chase an innocent look, reminiscent of the role she was playing when she first met him.  "Would I do-" But she's not allowed to finish her statement because Chase is launching towards her.  Dodging the blow easily, if a little messily, she grins and blinks over at the seishi.  "So that's how we're playing it, hrm?"  Taking up a defensive stance a la Keanu Reeves in the Matrix, she does the little hand motion, the one that seems to say, 'bring it on'.

 

Chase misses, and he really isn't all that surprised. As she dodges to the side, he turns to follow her movements with his every-present grin. Now, Chase actually went and saw the Matrix this past weekend, and he does recognize that little move of her's. Guess what Sayuri's new nickname is going to be now. "Nice one, Neo."  And he does take the bait, this time going at her a little lower.

 

There's a strategy in chess where one sacrifices a pawn to gain an advantage, and that's what Sayuri employees here.  She lets her shoulder take the impact so that she can swing her torso around, using both his force and hers to try to connect her fist with his side, aiming for the kidneys.  Not a nice move, but whoever said that she was nice?  Trying not to grimace at the blow, she breaks away and steps back to note, "If I'm Neo, does that make you Trinity, then?"  Seems like he's not the only one to watch the Matrix.  And heck, she likes Morpheus too much to ever call a boy who reads comic books by that name.  Course he could be Agent Smith, but that would mean that he'd go around trying to replicate himself, and that's just a disturbing thought.  Dropping back down in her stance, she prepares for another go.

 

 

5/25/2003

10:21 PM

Logfile from Chase.

 

 

Chase would rather like to be Seraph-guy. Great moves, even if he is rather quiet. "Trinity? Hot girl in all the skin-tight latex? Puh-lease... I've got a much better ass than her." But the fact that she does ride motorcycles was awfully kewl. As he actually hits her, there is a moment of smug pride, only to be turned to a quick scramble to try to get out of the way of her own hit. Ack! He curves his body to the side, her fist grazing over his side enough to make him dance back another step.

 

Sayuri cocks an eyebrow at the other teenager, her lips quirking upwards but she doesn't peek.  Not yet, at least.  Oldest distraction technique in the book.  "I'll take your word for it," she replies with a flash of teeth, but the smile doesn't last long as she only grazes the other fighter.  "Damn you're quick."  Dancing away from Chase, she considers her opponent.  She's a good combatant, but she's not used to relying on her less than effective brawling skills.  Give her a knife and she's a force to be reckoned with, but without it, she's feeling rather vulnerable and she doesn't like it.  Trying to brazen her way out of it, she decides to rush the other teenager, this time in an attempt to tackle him down to the mat.  If he can't run away, she'll have a better chance of connecting, ne?

 

Chase might be shirtless, but he most certainly is not pantless. And, actually, he wasn't trying to distract her. Just a simple fact -or so he believes. "Why thank you." He'd bow, but the teenager is fairly sure she'd kick his before-mentioned arse if he were to do that. Smile arrives once more, nearly mirroring her own, but his just remains, even as he is being rushed. There is what could almost be considered an excited glimmer to his eyes while she does so, crouching a little lower and actually drawing forward a step to try to meet her and deny her some more momentum. Yes, bracing before the tackle.

 

The problem with tackling those that are prepared is that it's infinitely harder.  Still, Sayuri feels that she has to try.  Grunting a small "Oomph," at the impact, she wraps her arms around Chase's waist and tries to use her momentum to take him down.  Oh, there's another problem with this strategy.  If it succeeds, they'll both go tumbling.  If it doesn't, Say's hugging Chase.  Sigh, the things she does to win.  And she'll just ignore his shirtless aspect.  She's a hardened fighter, so what if all of the people she's fought with have a) had shirts on and b) were kept at arm's distance due to her dagger.

 

Wouldn't it be the funniest thing if Chase managed to hold his ground, and Sayuri simply was wrapped around his waist? He'd probably fine it insanely amusing as well. Alas, that was not meant to be. And there is a reason that Chase looses his shirt so often. What better way to show off the archer's upper body? Actually, most of the time it is not intentional. The problem with being such a light-weight though is that even if you do brace yourself, and even if the girl is a little smaller than you, you still are going to be effected by the wrap-up tackle. And so he falls backwards with her momentum, somewhat controlled, only to try to use brute strength to try to roll her over onto her back once they are down.

 

Chase would find it insanely amusing, Sayuri would find it disconcerting.  So it's a good thing that both of them go down, and an even better thing that the other teenager takes the brunt of the impact.  Bad thing is that Say finds her cheek pressed against his chest and then rolled.  But that's what she was expecting, thus she'll try to use his momentum to continue the roll instead of being pinned with her back to the mat.  Because if she's caught in the subordinate position, she'll have to resort to dirty fighting techniques that Chase would probably not appreciate.

 

No, it is a pretty good chance that Chase would not appreciate that at all. But he blinks as now Sayuri is working with their momentum as well, rolling still. Hrm. Maybe he'll get lucky and she'll get dizzy? He can hope, right? Or not. If only she was blonde. Hitting onto his back once more, he is going to use the fact that she is wearing clothing, gripping fingers into the fabric before her shoulders and bodily try to yank her off. "If I knew you wanted to roll around on the floor, you could have just asked instead of launching at me. Frisky."

 

Oh how brief is the triumph that alights on Sayuri's face, because no sooner is she in the dominant position and cocking a fist back to try pummel the other teenager then she's yanked off balance, sprawling across the seishi.  Scrambling up and resuming her defensive stance, she just shakes her head.  "Rolling wouldn't have been necessary if you'd just gone down like you were supposed to," she retorts, pushing back a stray strand of hair that escaped the hair band while they were tussling on the floor.  "And frisky doesn't even begin to describe me," she adds with a cocky half-smile.  "Now are we going to fight or am I wasting my time here?"  Please disregard the rather ragged breathing.  For all her taunts, Say's finding this a rather intense workout.

 

Chase's eyes cross for a moment as he is scrambled off of, but in the next breath he is rolling to the side. "Oh, well... damn. I'm sorry. I suppose I should have told you before that I often don't do what I'm supposed to." He finally climbs to his feet, gaze raking over the girl as he notes her heavier breathing. Well, then that is a clear sign that he should not let up on her at all. "No? Then how about a bi-" But the rest is lost as he lunges at her once more, palms open as he shoves at her shoulders to try to knock her down once again.

 

"Pity," is Sayuri's response.  "Boys who do things that are expected are so much easier to control."  She gives him another cocky grin before she sobers, mien turning serious as he lunges for her again, planting her feet solidly into the mat to try to counter his rushing force.  But gravity and physics work against her and down she goes with a slight "Oomph" again.  "If I wanted to roll around on the mats," she notes wryly to the boy above her, "I would have joined the wrestling team."

 

Chase drags his mind, kicking and screaming, out of the gutter. There are so, so many retorts he could have come up with there. So many that it is almost ridiculous. "Then stop falling already," he responds instead, smile brightening. Okay, now... by no stretch of the imagination does Chase have any organization when he gets into a bit of a tousle. He just does whatever. But, you know what? Sometimes he takes a chance, and whatever happens, happens. So, the tackling seemed to work, and hands begin to grapple to try to reach for her wrists. He also leans down hard against her to try to pin her down.

 

"I'll stop falling if you stop pushing," Sayuri grumbles, not at all looking happy.  Especially when she's not only tackled, but then to have Chase attempt to pin her.  She's not the sort to take these things likely, thus as he grabs at her wrists, she's bucking under him, trying to dislodge him enough to draw a knee up.  Oh, it's a dirty move, painful and probably expected.  But if it connects, it's oh-so-effective.  And she won't even look contrite if the blow connects, because in street fighting, anything goes, especially the fast and dirty tricks.

 

Ow. Just... ow. Yeah, Chase's eyes are crossing once more as he releases Sayuri and rolls to the side as she hits him pretty far up there. Not exactly right on as he leg shifts enough so that his inner thigh takes the brunt of the attack, but it is still more than enough to move to the side. "Damn girl," he mutters, flopping onto his back. "Bad Sayuri. Bad."

 

More of Sayuri's hair has escaped from her band, enough of a nuisance that she pulls it out and refastens the ponytail after she moves to a seated position.  "Lesson learned," she notes dryly to the other teenager.  "Some girls don't react well to brute force.  Hell, Chase," she adds with a shrug.  "If I was that easy to pin down, I'd be fairly useless in the neighborhoods I used to frequent.  They make the docks by where we met look like kindergarten playgrounds."  Flicking her hair back over her shoulder, she rises and offers the seishi a hand up.  "And no, I don't feel sorry for fighting dirty.  You'll be more prepared next time, ne?"

 

Chase draws in a couple more breaths as he lays there on the floor. The teenager squints up at the girl, the faint brush of a smirk tightening his features. Playgrounds? "But I like to play." And he does. He continues to lay upon the mat, drawing in one breath after another in contemplation, "Prepared? You just become my teacher or something, little girl?" With a wry twist to his features though, he sits up some and does take the offered hand. He rises with the leverage, only to offer her a wink as the only warning as he pulls right on back. Now, there is an excellent chance that she is prepared for this one. But he is still going to yank hard, using his weight to pull her back down. The nifty part, if he can pull this off is while he is falling, planting a knee at her middle to try to send the girl over and tumbling away. But... as mentioned before, she'd probably anticipate this and he'll more than likely look like an arse for the attempt. Ah well.

 

Sayuri is sadly not prepared, for all her lecturing.  For her, the fight's over and Chase is not the sort of opponent that she feels she needs to be on guard for.  Thus, she's not.  That's what she gets for underestimating the other teenager.  Flipping up and over him as he uses his knee to catapult her over his head, she lands flat on her back, the air whooshing out of her in a loud gasp.  Stunned, she blinks up at the ceiling of the dojo and then starts laughing.  "All right, I'll give you that one," she concedes mirthfully.  "But that's the last time you'll catch me off my guard, Chase-kun.  Next time, I'll be prepared as well."  And she'll just lie there for a moment and try to get her breath back.  Still, she's rather impressed by the move.  My have to try it sometime.  Preferably on him.

s/My/May

 

Chase simply cannot believe that worked. He honestly cannot. "Holy..." And then comes the laugher, because not much could have beat the sight of Sayuri's expression as she went sailing over him. "That was great." The teenager is already rolling over and bouncing to his feet, smiling rather smugly down at the girl. "Hah, that's twice now, at least. You know... that first meeting and all." He is /so/ going to have to tell Brice about this -that is when aniki gets done crabbing about not getting the call to come here though.

 

And while Chase is crowing, Sayuri's going to snake out a hand to encircle the seishi's ankle and tug, trying to down him again.  "Like I said Chase-kun, next time I'll be prepared."  And then he's lost her.  "Twice?  What's twice?"  Oh, he'd better not say that he's won, or Say's gonna have to really hurt him.  It's a pride thing, really.  And if he even mentions the school girl uniform, he's really gonna hurt.

 

*Slip-Whee!* Ankle-grabbing worked, 'cause now Chase is going to lose his foot and land right on his butt on the mat. An all-together too thin mat at that. Ouch. At least he didn't bite his tongue when he hit the ground. But he'll still snicker though, clearly amused at the one-upmanship. He tries to kick his ankle loose, only to peer over at her, "How easily she forgets." Sitting up, he smiles at her, before the girl will feel a distinctive cooling underneath her to go with the green flare of the kanji at his back. Clearly, she needed reminding, or something.

 

Sayuri did indeed need reminding.  Good thing she didn't get up, or she'd be smack on her rump again.  "I thought we decided things like that were illegal.  So now you cheat."  Shaking her head, clearly disappointed, she rolls away from the icy spot, blinking at the green glow around the other teenager.  "Anou..."  And now she's crawling towards him, circling around to peer at the symbol for emptiness that's fading on the left side of his back.  Reaching out, she lightly traces the kanji before sitting back on her heels and blinking.  "Just what are you?"

 

"I wasn't cheating... we weren't fighting." Note that they were both sitting on their rear ends after having been up-ended by the other. Chase grins all the more, planting the palms of his hands upon the mat to push himself up. Only she is touching him, a light touch, and while it probably wasn't intentioned, has the boy hitching at the side and biting his lip hard to keep from snickering at the tickle. He is quickly rolling to his feet though, searching for that shirt of his, "What am I? I'm great fun to have around, how about that?"

 

Great fun to have around and ticklish.  Sayuri'll have to remember that when they fight again.  For yes, there will be a next time.  "If you say so," she shrugs her shoulders.  They all have their secrets.  Rising as well and avoiding that melting patch of ice, she starts to head for the practice room door.  "Although I do have to admit, you are fun to have around.  For a boy."  Can't go home in the gi - well, she could, but she doesn't want the stares, or the possibility of someone recognizing her.  After all, this is her new 'prowling' outfit.  So she'll change back into her fuuku, coming out a bit later, her hair still pulled back in its ponytail.  Swinging her bag, she looks around briefly for Chase, though she doesn't really expect to see him waiting around.

 

Chase might not be there, having chuckled on his way out. But there is a note left there for her, his cell phone number scrawled across it along with the words: Lets play again.