Cloud Nine Bar: Boxing and Booze [Open]

[Kazu]

There is a part of the Susukino District where not many people go. It's a place where people come to be entertained, engrossed, enraptured, and entranced. It is also a place of violence, smoke, booze, and sin. Some people call it an abhorrence and a blight; however, others insist that it is one of the most fun places in all of Kumogakure. It's not quite a shop, but they do sell goods here. Money definitely exchanges between hands. Nestled into a bit of an alley, a pair of heavy metal doors—directly below a red neon sign that reads '21+'—stand guard against all those who might wish to enter inside. They are like a Herculean test—claim the prize inside, if only you can open these gates! Entering inside, one can instantly feel the change in temperature, the thick and musty air fills one's lungs in an unfamiliar way. A dust seemed to linger in the air. Murmurs and chatter were not all that quiet, and a definite buzzing existed as people's conversations mixed and blended together. Men and women were both here, though they all seemed to be dressed in a formal way. Men wore suits and women wore dresses. The men had glasses of whiskey, rum, scotch, gin, i.e., anything hard and strong they could get their hands on. The women typically had something lighter—a glass of wine, perhaps? They all sat at tables, scattered all around a square shaped ring at the center of the room. Suddenly, the lights went out. The crowd grew quiet.

A single light, centered in the middle of the ring, provided the only light in the whole room. The people began to clap, cheering the situation on. It didn't take long before a finely dressed man with a fancy looking mustache climbed up onto the stage and walked into the light. The cheering intensified as a microphone descended down from, seemingly, nowhere. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank you on behalf of everyone at the 'Cloud Nine Bar' for being out here tonight!" The announcer allowed the audience's applause to grow and multiply. This wasn't his first time doing this. He knew how to rile up an audience. "Tonight, we have a very special event. Our reigning champion will take on the fastest advancing challenger we've ever seen! In this corner, let's welcome our champion: the toughest, the fastest, and the greatest mixed martial arts boxer we've ever had here! Let's give it up for KYOURAN THE TERRIBLE!" The crowd broke into a thunderous cheering, having been whipped up into a small frenzy by the veteran announcer. As they did, a hulking man came out onto the stage. At least six feet and five inches tall, the man had a frame that was hulking and quite intimidating. It was pretty obvious why he was the champion.

"And let's not forget his challenger ladies and gentlemen! For tonight's match, I present to you the newcomer, the rookie, and most certainly the underdog. For your entertainment, I present THE IRON FIST!" A modest applause was had for the challenger as he entered the stage. He was a skinny guy, though almost as tall as the champion. His body was lean and a little muscular, but nothing too amazing. His white tuft of hair stood out well enough. As the two boxers approached the middle of the ring, the announcer readied himself to move out of the ring. The two men hit their gloves against each other as a sign of respect before retreating to their corners to prepare. As the newcomer turned around to begin the match, he looked like he had a steely determination about him. Something in his eyes was uncompromising and fierce, despite the clear difference in size. No matter what was to happen, it would be an interesting match. From the safety of the side lines, the announcer would allow this fight to simmer down. "Gentlemen, let's have a good and clean fight here, okay? On my command..." This was it, then? Koro couldn't go back now, so he supposed that he'd have to give it all that he had. Alright then. The sounds of the crowd faded away. His eyes trained themselves onto his opponent. He was ready. "Let's do this."

 

[Kaname]

A slight chill picked at anyone who happened to be out during this time of the night in Kumogakure. It was a calm night, the storefronts began to pack up their goods and start the end of their while the warmth of the Bars and restaurants began to reach out into the streets. Kaname walked aimlessly among the crowds, simply moving and turning with flow of the people. He had to specific destination but instead did this to immerse himself within the life of the village. If there was one thing, he learned living outside of the village, it was that he should always flow the flow of energy. Slowly but surely the crowds thinned out and the shinobi was left at the mouth of an alley. From where he stood, Kaname noticed the red glow that hung above a set of doors. Not ready to call it a night and just naturally inquisitive, he walked towards the light until he stood in front of two large doors. From at first glance, Kaname could tell the doors were some type of metal but didnt actually confirm it until he touched them. These doors have a considerable amount of weight behind them, hm. Wonder who theyre trying to keep out.

The Nara would get his answer soon enough as he followed a dim lit hallway into a large opening. In the middle of the room, was a ring, and in it stood two men. From what he could see, Kaname noticed that he might have been a bit underdressed for the affair. The men and women chattered and cheered at the men in the ring, waiting for what seemed to be a match to start. Kaname stayed close to the shadows and eyed the men in the ring. One, only a few inches taller than him, built like a mountain and the other, who would be considered scrawny compared to the man before him. The match seemed like it was over from the beginning but there something about the small one that pipped an interest in Kaname.

[MFT]

 

[Kazu]

The match was about to begin. The crowd seemed to be rather into it, clapping ever harder as the match reached closer and closer to its start. Koro was ready for this one. He had a plan, unlike what this guy seemed to have. His head was full of muscles and confidence. Koro silently dared the man to defeat him in this match—even if this man didn't know about this wager, Koro expected him to keep up his end of the bet. Three rounds, or else he forfeits. Yeah, he could deal with those odds. This guy didn't have a chance. When the bell rang to signify the beginning of the match, Korotsuki barely registered it. It sounded as if it were far off, some sort of distant sound. The hulking pile of abs and pectorals started lunging at Koro, trying to start the match off fairly quickly. Evidently, he thought that he could end this fight fast. No way. Koro dodged underneath his punch, skillfully and gracefully. He brought his left hand out for a quick jab, hitting the man off to the side of the gut. It wasn't a hard punch, but this man would still know it had happened. Backing up, Koro kept his two hands up near his face. He was dancing on the tips of his toes, floating around this man. The hulking figure realized very fast that his opponent wasn't someone that would just keel over and die; however, that didn't mean he ought to cease his assault on the man. He wasn't going to just lunge again like last time, he'd slowly approach this man with careful steps. "That won't do." Koro wasn't even perturbed at this fight. He was calm and cool, like the surface of a lake. He was in control. Suddenly, the white haired man lunged forward with a barrage of attacks, centered on his opponent's arms. He'd caught his opponent off guard, and managed to break through his defenses for a moment. It wasn't long, and it wasn't too intense, but the effect was real. He could see his opponent had felt it.

This fight was rather fun, actually. He was toying with his opponent. He didn't want to end the fight just yet, but he didn't want it to drag out longer than it needed to. He decided, he'd have some fun while also ending things. He backed up, and gave his opponent a chance to collect himself. Funny, why did that seem to make his opponent mad? Oh, was he patronizing him? The man was agitated, and made the stupid mistake of lunging forward again. He was letting his emotions get the better of him. Perfect. Koro sidestepped the man, preparing for a punch. Before he could throw the punch, though, something might have been apparent to someone who looked close enough. While it was subtle and inconspicuous, there seemed to be something gathering near the man's left hand. Was it...sand? No, that wasn't quite right. It was grey devoid of color, unlike the properties of sand. Still, it looked like it. As well, it was coating itself—thinly, but substantially—along the man's left fist. What was going on? The man brought his left fist forward, and planted a single punch right in the man's jaw. The impact looked intense, and the way his head spun the opposite way was gruesome to watch. The large man seemed to be lifted a few inches off of the ground, floated in midair for but a second, and then came crashing down with the full force of his weight. He was flat on his. The referee started counting. Koro walked back to his corner.

It was over. The crowd was speechless.

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

It was easy to get in, it was easy to throw around money here. People fighting, with brutal technique, precision jabs and kicks. This was his amusement for awhile. Several nights he found himself here, drunk as a fish. His face in another mug, the world a tossing blur of things. He loved the smell of the blood hitting the air, so clear even from the nose bleeder seats. Sitting in the back, the demons eyes on nobody else but the young new champion. That punch, Satou felt it from here. That wasn't an ordinary punch. That wasn't the ordinary victory.

It was a feeling, like when your gut clenches, you feel the air thin in the def silence. The room was so stiffing, the demon sat his drink down. Something was wrong, the fight did'nt go right for them. He wondered what the boy just committed. He claimed power too quickly, in this blackened place where money ruled the people and the people were but scum with grudging bets.

Satou sat quieted like the rest, a bit of a stunned look on his face as if he should do something. Pulling his black shades out he stood from his drunk state. "That was fucking awesome! Holy shit man. Oh, I felt that shit from here! Whoooo! More! Encore! Encore!" He clapped with drink in hand, smashing it over another guy, spilling the contents over the man below him. Who stood angrily but soon kissed the bottom of Satou's shoes as Satou began walking over people to the ring in a drunken clumsy manner.

"Dude! We so gotta have a drink man! You gotta show me that cool punching thing you did!" He chuckled, tripping over another man, but an unseen hand had grabbed three large mugs full of alcohol. Satou had one balanced on his mouth,drinking it as he walked to the ring. One in each of his hands. Siting one by Korotsuki. Tossing the empty mug and knocked out an angry well dressed men in the crowd. Drinking the third, in between chugs. "Who do you think pissed off more people in this room? Me or you?" He laughed, finishing his third mug of all in several minutes. The world spinning, his blood red eyes glowed with a devils glee.

Entering the ring, dressed like a drunk mess, his suit was torn up and tattered, his shoes nice leather once now scuffed imperfectly. Tie, matching a nice red to his demonic eyes. Hair long mess of black. His body was perfect shape and form, lax yet muscles were flexed tightly under the ruined suit. His grin stupidly showing a cockiness to them. Cold, expecting some sick joke to take up in laughter in him. "You like money?Booze?Women?Power?" He kicked his shoes off. He knew someone was gonna fight him, the crowd, this young champion across the ring. He did'nt @!@#ing care anymore. The pulsating adrenaline was coursing through his veins. That drunken courage with the hidden blood lust to let fist and feet fly. Was this some sick dream? He was gonna feel this in the morning.

"Tell me you're different, show me you are not like them." He motioned to the knocked out former champion on the floor. Wondering what was next, a punch in the face from the champ or an angry mob of mobsters out for blood money. Oh this night was becoming quite exciting real fast.



(Sup Hope this is ight )

 

[Kaname]

The fight started off as expected. The former champion moved in with the ferocity and sureness of an animal, moved by the roar of the crowd. It was within minutes however that he would realize that the man that stood before him would not make things easy for him. His opponent on the other hand showed a sense of serenity and control that made Kaname smirk. He was well trained and knew how to control the situation. With light jabs, he made sure that the champion knew his place and then came the finisher. There was an eerie reflection around the mans hand right before his hook connected. Kaname could feel himself being pulled towards the ring as the pressure began to increase. I know this feeling. Could it be? Even the most novice of shinobi are taught how to feel the difference in their surroundings when an opponent uses chakra. The challenger had clearly cheated and Kaname stood up from the wall, eyes growing more focused on his hands. He wanted to know what technique had just been used. Whereas Kaname stood focused and alert to the challengers underhanded trick, the rest of the spectators seemed not to notice a thing.

That was until the drunken semblance of a man appear. He pushed and screamed his way towards the ring, shoving onlookers out of the way, spilling his drink everywhere. Kaname felt as if there was more sanity to the man than what he was showing and wondered if he too noticed the challengers finishing blow. The Nara began to take slow steps towards the ring, not understanding why, but purely moving on instinct. He naturally stuck to the shadows but his hulking form would be naturally noticed among the over dressed spectators. To make himself known would rob him of the chance to see the reaction from the crowd and even more importantly, the white haired challenger. From where he stood, he could smell the liquor coming from Satou and even more than that, was an inherent desire to fight.

[MFT]

 

[Kazu]

What the hell? Koro had just gone to sit down, having just finished off his opponent, when suddenly a man decided it was best for him to make a scene of himself. He yelled, whooped, and drunkenly cheered for Koro from across the room. What was with him, walking over the crowds of people like that? Murmurs and angry whispering began to emanate from the people who had gathered here to see this fight. They had heard the man say 'punching thing', and it seemed to stir them up. Were they getting suspicious. Koro's eyes calmly scanned the crowd, trying to pick out anyone who might be looking to instigate something. So far, nothing. But for how long would things stay that way?

The man had finally reached Koro, sitting down with him in an all too relaxed manner. This wasn't the time to be kicking one's shoes off. Koro could smell the sour stench of liquor than coated this man's tongue. He needed to move this situation. "I like results." Leaning in closer, Koro spoke in a hushed tone accompanied with an intense gaze. No one but this drunk could hear him. "And right now, what you're causing is displeasing." Standing up, Koro moved without a single wasted movement. Poised and graceful, yet also powerful and furious, he moved to collect his things and exit the ring. His work was done here. It was time to collect his earnings and leave, before things got messy. As he went to leave, he stopped to turn back to the man, considering for a moment how wise it would be to leave him here like this. He obviously knew, and that was not a secret he'd like getting out. "Come with me, I'll treat you to a drink somewhere." Moving quickly, Koro ducked under the ropes of the ring, carrying with him the few things he'd brought with him tonight. A change of clothes, a towel, and a water bottle. Oh, and a few exploding notes tucked away in case he might need them. Nothing to worry about at all. As he walked towards the back of the arena, eyes of suspicious people trailing him everywhere he went, Koro walked up to the manager. The man wore a suit and chewed a thick cigar in his mouth. Koro approached him, eyes locked with his, and waited. The manager gave him an angry sneer, letting the boxer know that his secret was noticed. Reluctantly, the manager handed over the winnings. Koro took it, and walked towards the door without a word. He hoped to Raiden that the drunkard was following him.

On his way out, he walked past a man. A hulking figure of a man, not too much unlike the one he'd just bested in the ring. But this man...there was something different. Koro walked right past him, then stopped a few strides later. He looked back, trying to catch the man's gaze. Who was he? He wasn't a member of the audience, or the Bar. Did he know too? Koro didn't say anything, but the Nara might have felt a swirling breeze, characterized by the feeling of a dusty, almost sandy, wind briefly sweep by his arm. It was only there for a moment, though, but it had been headed in the direction of the white haired boxer. Koro moved to leave, intending to make his way to a bar for a little break. Who knows, he might even have some company with him tonight.

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

There was no fists or feet flying. How dulled it felt when the young fighter refused his fighting spirit. It felt so flat line that Satou was taken back. He stood staring as the fighter left the ring, though there were promise of other measures of entertainment. Drink and chatter. How drull to the bloodthirsty cull a wild monster such as he wished tor enact upon this entire room. His bloodthirsty glowing eyes burned under the long locks of black, a cruel fanged smile spread along his lips. He leaped over the ropes of the ring after slipping his shoes back on. "Had me at drink." He mumbled softly when strolling along with the young fighter.

He wasn't one for crowds himself, he like secluded places, small bars, easy prey. While walking the air gave a nice chill as his long hair waved to and fro. Pulling out a cigarette and snapping his fingers lit it the next second soft puffs of white leaked passed pressed lips. Smooth marble pale skin, now out in the light of the streets and about Satou looked far more sober. His posture still lax yet he had a perfect strut to his walk, his eyes were sharp with a soft red hue glow to them. He showed clearly to men and women he was not normal mortal man. And most of the time, it brought fear from people. Many would avoid this demon, not invite him for a drink. It was a nice change of pace, if not for the riled up adrenaline of wanting to throw a few punches and kicks. "Ketsueki Satou, my name." He mentioned when walking side by side with Korotsuki. "I assume you don't usually take people who challenge you to a brawl out for drinks first? Or am I the special one." He gave a cocky grin that added some youth to his undead look.

 

[Kazu]

It didn't take long for the two men to walk outside into the cloud evening air. Koro's pace was brisk, wanting to leave the affairs of the bar behind him. This man was following him, just as Koro had wanted. This was too easy. As the two walked more into the shadows, Koro looked back at the man who had followed him expecting a fight or some drinks. The white haired man gave his follower a grin, and activated a single handseal. "Sorry buddy, I was just kidding you. See you around..." Like that, Koro slid into the earth, using the Inner Earth Reflection Lure. He disappeared, without a trace.

[ooc]
Topic Left. Sorry, but I need to exit all my threads right now. Sorry about this, we'll RP again some other time.

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

Satou simply stood there as he had to watch the young man trick him. The guy simply burrowed into the earth, leaving the long raven haired man standing by a man sized hole in the ground. It took Satou a few seconds to recollect what just happened. "I just got ditched." He looked about and saw no one else was around. Inside Satou felt a bit awkward, maybe even hurt. "Why does it always end up like this?" He asked in no one particular.
Maybe because you wanted to punch and kick him?
No, he looked like he had to be somewhere. Was rude of me to be so forward and challenge someone out of the blue. Then following him for drinks.
You're such an idiot.
Shut up.

Satou kicked a can down the street as he hopped over the hole and continued walking. Who needs friends right? A flinch on his lip into a smirk. Monsters don't have friends. He walked on into the darkness, away from the street lights as whisps of black chakra tendrils flowed about him.

(Topic Left)