Post by Lizzie on Jan 12, 2011 0:15:11 GMT -5
Aideen O'Rourke sat down at the controls of the danger room, adjusting this and that, moving toggle after toggle, getting it prepared for the DR session, that she was asked to host, by the acting headmistress. Once things were set, she would open the school communications system, and make the anouncement: "Will Chuck Wallae meet Ms. O'Rourke in the Dangah Room?" The woman would wait, in her green, Excalibur uniform, her brown hair pulled tightly into a ponytail. Whenever Chuck arrived, she would spin to him, as she said, "Welcome, Mistah Wallace, I'll be hosting yah Danger Room Session tonight, seeing at Ms. Seerhart has been swamped with what she's had to do."
Chuck Wallace heard his name over the loud speaker, deciding he would probably need to get in his workout attire. He would arrive in the Danger room, massive body covered by his cut-off half shirt, exposing his stomach, which was somewhat becoming less chubby. He also wore a pair of baggy basketball shorts, a pair of slip-on shoes, and a mouthpiece. "Refined? What tha' suppose' ta' mean? I think imma pretty refined fellow." He said with a slight chuckle. "Well, let's do it to it!"
"What you are looking at, is that I will be seeing whether yah can deal with facing the threat that we are currently facing. If yah can, step into the simulation area, and prepare yahself." When he did what he needed to do, the scene would activate, placing Chuck at the entrance of a darkened street, called 'Baker Street.' The road that Baker street was off of, was blocked off, on either side of the big boned boy. The dark street had that eerie feeling to it, having only one occupant, standing in the light, of the only working streetlight.
Chuck Wallace jumped around a bit before entering, trying to warm up a bit. He stretched his arms out, flexing slightly before screaming and slapping himself. "Alrighty, let's do this." He said as he walked into the room, which soon melted into what seemed like a rejected version of "Nightmare on Elm Street." He looked over his shoulder before slowly looking around, trying to catch the details through the darkness. He turned back and saw the only figure in the light. "Well, I guess I go ta' 'em." He said, mumbling to himself as he walked forward. Hands clenched then unclenched, preparing for the fight he expected to happen. "'Oy! C'mon, c'mon!" He screamed as he continued to walk forward, hands raised to form a semi-boxing stance.
The figure remained still, as the boy yelled, standing still, until two others joined him. He looked up at the boy, crooked smile forming on his bleeding face. His arms were pulled from behind his back, revealing that his fingers had been replaced with old fashioned barber's (URL: img84.imageshack.us/img84/5083/sweeneytodddeppzc7.jpg) razors. The figure to the first's left, was tall, and lean his fingers having been replaced with various (URL: iamkele.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Johnny-Depp-Edward-Scissorhands-C101039161.jpg) knives. The last man, well he seemed to have lost his (URL: images.hollywood.com/site/freddy-krueger.jpg) skin, dressed in a black trenchcoat, having what appeared to be razor sharp claws.
Chuck Wallace quickly slowed to a stop, looking at the three. "What in tha' bloody 'ell?" Hands quickly went back to his defensive position he used when fighting: Right arm held close to his temple, left hand held out a way, legs wide, and his upperbody leaned back slightly. "Well. Let's do this." He said as he continued toward the pair, occasionally moving his head around randomly, not wanting to let it stay in one place. "Let's go ya' sideshow freaks!" He said, taunting them to come at him. When you are eight foot tall fear is not something you are accustomed to.
Blood dripped down there faces, before they started to run towards the boy, the two in the sides veering off, using the darkness to move close, as the 'Barber' spread his arms, and finger razors. Mouth opened , as he shouted, "You look like you could use a shave!" The blades would be waved at Chuck, aiming to slash open his front, as the other two slashed at his shoulders.
Chuck Wallace weaved forwards the barber, ducking under the murderous slice. After wards an uppercut would be sent towards the mid-section of the barber. He wouldn't stay long, seeing the others appear out of the darkness with his peripherals. Whether or not the uppercut landed he would retract his hand and do a slight half-spin, attempting to get behind the barber. A massive elbow blow would be on the back end of the spin, trying to use his own momentum to lend to an even stronger blow. But, he wouldn't stop there. Whether or not any of the prior attacks landed, he would try and get the freak away from him, a strong straight kick sent towards what would be his lower back. If the other two had stopped after their attacks had failed, the barber would be sent into the other two, with powerful force.
As a normal man would have been thrown with such a powerful throw, this was a simulation of an illusion, of a horror film. The barber's face was knocked upward, ad he bent at the elbow blow, with the sound of cracking of bones. He, however, stayed where he was, straightening up, as he turned toward the boy, blood drippling down from that horrible smile, as he said, "What's the matter freak, I thought you were a monster like us." The Edward Scissorhands looking man left the others, as the barber made his speech, using it as a distraction, as he ran around the boy, jumping into the air, slashing those knived fingers at the boy.
Chuck Wallace watched the Barber, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "What in god's name are you?" He asked as back up slightly, a brow raised slightly, confused. The few steps he took back was enough to make the Scissorhands man fall on him instead of slice him open. When he felt the weight of the "man" on his back he would grasp him by a hand, which was the first thing in reach, and throw him over his shoulder towards the Barber. "Freak? I may be a freak, but I ain't no monster." He said as he took a few more steps back, wanting to keep them all in view. That, was easier said than done sadly. He was now placed soley in the light, everything outside it nearly impossible to see with his human-like eyes. He rose slightly onto the ball of his foot, head continuing to look in directions at random, looking for the slightes sense of movement. His eyes were wide now, a sense of desperation nearly palpable. He didn't fear people he could hurt, but people he couldn't? That was something else entirely.
It seemed eerie again, as the three monsters took positions around the boy, far enough away, so that he could only see their silouettes, as they put their fingers together, making that steel sound, on either side of Chuck, and in front of him. From behind him, a whimpering of a smaller, teenage boy was made, as he stumbled into the lighted away, his body baring bloody slices, and bruises all over. "Ain't a monster, eh," said a voice that resembled Chuck's voice, as a foot was put into the lighted area, from the same direction the boy had entered from. The figure was partially shown, being about the same size as the student. "I doubt ya strongest the monster on earth," the barber finally said, laughing with Eddy and Freddy.
Chuck Wallace looked between the monsters as the did their little creepy song and dance. He would whirl around to see the smaller boy. "What tha' 'ell?" He said as he looked to the voice that sounded like his own. "I'am the strongest, and if I dun' than I never will be!" He shouted towards the figure that was behind the smaller boy. He never let down his guard, thinking these people were just distractions for the monsters to set up another attack. "C'mon, stop with the little games, they dun' work." He shouted, this time towards everyone.
The laughter subsided, as the monsters quiet. "That's it," Aideen muttered, to no one, a smile spreading across her face. The fist of the biggest one clenched, as he brought his other foot into the light, atop the small boy's back, the weight slowly crushing him, cracking the ribs, and squishing the arterties. Blood dripped down from above, down towards Chuck's face, when the boy was painfully murdered, by Chuck's doppleganger. The fist was lifted, as the knive fingers assembled, all coming at him, at the same time.
Chuck Wallace watched the boy murdered by him. He ignored it, a bit of gore splashing on his face. A massive hand went to wipe it away but stopped, the gang now coming towards him. "I can hurt anything in da' world. Only thing I can't hurt is som'in' that ain't real." He said as he somewhat relaxed, hoping what he was thinking was true. "I dun' think you are real. I know you ain't real. Yer a damned hologram of a nightmare. You can't FUCKIN' HURT ME!" He screamed as they continued on their way towards him. He didn't completely lower his hands, just incase he was wrong.
Chuck was partially right, for Aideen, while at the controls, deactivated the first three freaks, fading them from the illusion, as the droids that made them real, went back to their sleeper spots. The doppleganger's fist, however, still came at the boy, soon to be impacting the face; as he shouted back, "RECLAIM YAH TITLE!"
Chuck Wallace didn't expect the fist to come for him, but his boxing experience was enough to where he rose his fist to partially deflect the blow. It still sent him sliding across the floor about ten or fifteen feet. "Round 1!" He screamed as he dashed towards himself. He guessed the robot or whatever it was didn't know him move for move, or it wouldn't have just sent a single hit. He was taught "Punches in bunches." He feinted an uppercut to the torso, but then turned it into a right hook to the jaw. After that he would send a left hook to the side. He was also taught "Head, body, head, body head." When punched in the head it was nearly instinct for the person to start blocking the head, when they did that they would leave their body open. It also worked vice-versa.
The doppleganger was taken by surprise by the right hook, expecting a uppercut to the torso, instead. So that what made him slow in responding to the next few hits, sending his sliding along Baker Street. The doppleganger was able to get to his feet, extending his arms toward the boy, and send jets of red blood at Chuck, following the gushes with a punch to the chest. The copy had quickly learning from Chuck, about the barrage of attacks, so it's fists sent punch after punch, at the male's chest.
Chuck Wallace had the gore hit him in the eyes, blinding him long enough for the fake Chuck to get a few hits in, sending him gliding across the pavement. He jumped up quickly, hand wiping the blood from his face. "Damn, I 'it 'ard!" He chuckled as he dashed back. He would jump half when he was half way, his massive theighs sending him high into the air. A moment later he would land behind Chuck, hands reach for the neck, attempting to get him into a sleeper hold. If he succesfully got it he would smash the back of it's knees, wanting it to be unable to resist him. After that he would start to rip and thrash back and forth, like a shark ripping a chunk from prey. He was trying to behead the damned thing!
Almost like a poltergeist, the doppleganger's head would turned, so the face was facing Chuck's, staring at him, as the knees were broken. The mouth open, spitting out more blood, the dobbleganger's arms struggling free, unless Chuck was able to rip them off, in time. If he escaped the boy's hold, the dobble ganger would attempt to naw on the boy's leg.
Chuck Wallace quickly went from a sleeper hold to different position. He grasped both wrists and began yanking. His left foot still pinned the broken leg to the pavement while his right foot pushed against the middle of the fake-Chuck's back. He started pulling with his upper body and pushing with his lower, ridiculous amounts of torque being used. His face turned a bright red and veins popped from his muscles. The force he was putting into this move would be able to tear steel in half as if it were paper.
The doppleganger was torn in half, with a sound of flesh, muscles, and bones being pulled apart, blood spurting around. The blood puddled around the dopplgangers body, before the scene frozen, and started to fade away, leaving huck in the empty room, the bodies, and blood gone. The door to the control room opened, and Aideen ame out unto the fllor, stepping to the boy, as she spoke, "Good job, Mastah Wallace, yah did a mighty fine job. O' course I'm not this Demarco fella, so da' probably wasn't as bad as an actual attack. I was just goin' by what the victims tol' us."
Chuck Wallace fell on his ass when all the force had ripped the fake-Chuck in half. He just sat there for a moment or so, breathing heavily. "Well, i'll do tha' same to tha' Demarco character." He said inbetween heavy breaths. "Oh, an' thank ye'. I told ya' I was tha' strongest man in tha' world, didn't I?" Chuckling slightly as he slowly rose to a stand. Sweat covered his face as he looked around. "So, now that we got that done wi', what do I gotta do now?" He asked, his hands on his hips as he continued to breath hard. Chuck was out of shape...
Aideen O'Rourke chuckled, at the remark, before she replied, "Demaro has proven harder to kill, or even defend against. And Your welcome, I just figured that I'd test ya strength an' all." She turned to the door, before she added, "Well, ya're free to go, I jus' need to log the bloo'y thing, and then be off." Aideen stepped back to the controls, starting her work, which would last a bit.
Chuck Wallace nodded slightly to the woman, his breath slowly begining to come back to him. "Well then. I think imma' go inta' a coma fer' a lil' while. Those things 'er pretty tough. Well, seeya' later." He said as he somewhat stumbled out of the Danger Room. He headed towards his room where he would pass out, not even bothering to shower up.
Chuck Wallace heard his name over the loud speaker, deciding he would probably need to get in his workout attire. He would arrive in the Danger room, massive body covered by his cut-off half shirt, exposing his stomach, which was somewhat becoming less chubby. He also wore a pair of baggy basketball shorts, a pair of slip-on shoes, and a mouthpiece. "Refined? What tha' suppose' ta' mean? I think imma pretty refined fellow." He said with a slight chuckle. "Well, let's do it to it!"
"What you are looking at, is that I will be seeing whether yah can deal with facing the threat that we are currently facing. If yah can, step into the simulation area, and prepare yahself." When he did what he needed to do, the scene would activate, placing Chuck at the entrance of a darkened street, called 'Baker Street.' The road that Baker street was off of, was blocked off, on either side of the big boned boy. The dark street had that eerie feeling to it, having only one occupant, standing in the light, of the only working streetlight.
Chuck Wallace jumped around a bit before entering, trying to warm up a bit. He stretched his arms out, flexing slightly before screaming and slapping himself. "Alrighty, let's do this." He said as he walked into the room, which soon melted into what seemed like a rejected version of "Nightmare on Elm Street." He looked over his shoulder before slowly looking around, trying to catch the details through the darkness. He turned back and saw the only figure in the light. "Well, I guess I go ta' 'em." He said, mumbling to himself as he walked forward. Hands clenched then unclenched, preparing for the fight he expected to happen. "'Oy! C'mon, c'mon!" He screamed as he continued to walk forward, hands raised to form a semi-boxing stance.
The figure remained still, as the boy yelled, standing still, until two others joined him. He looked up at the boy, crooked smile forming on his bleeding face. His arms were pulled from behind his back, revealing that his fingers had been replaced with old fashioned barber's (URL: img84.imageshack.us/img84/5083/sweeneytodddeppzc7.jpg) razors. The figure to the first's left, was tall, and lean his fingers having been replaced with various (URL: iamkele.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Johnny-Depp-Edward-Scissorhands-C101039161.jpg) knives. The last man, well he seemed to have lost his (URL: images.hollywood.com/site/freddy-krueger.jpg) skin, dressed in a black trenchcoat, having what appeared to be razor sharp claws.
Chuck Wallace quickly slowed to a stop, looking at the three. "What in tha' bloody 'ell?" Hands quickly went back to his defensive position he used when fighting: Right arm held close to his temple, left hand held out a way, legs wide, and his upperbody leaned back slightly. "Well. Let's do this." He said as he continued toward the pair, occasionally moving his head around randomly, not wanting to let it stay in one place. "Let's go ya' sideshow freaks!" He said, taunting them to come at him. When you are eight foot tall fear is not something you are accustomed to.
Blood dripped down there faces, before they started to run towards the boy, the two in the sides veering off, using the darkness to move close, as the 'Barber' spread his arms, and finger razors. Mouth opened , as he shouted, "You look like you could use a shave!" The blades would be waved at Chuck, aiming to slash open his front, as the other two slashed at his shoulders.
Chuck Wallace weaved forwards the barber, ducking under the murderous slice. After wards an uppercut would be sent towards the mid-section of the barber. He wouldn't stay long, seeing the others appear out of the darkness with his peripherals. Whether or not the uppercut landed he would retract his hand and do a slight half-spin, attempting to get behind the barber. A massive elbow blow would be on the back end of the spin, trying to use his own momentum to lend to an even stronger blow. But, he wouldn't stop there. Whether or not any of the prior attacks landed, he would try and get the freak away from him, a strong straight kick sent towards what would be his lower back. If the other two had stopped after their attacks had failed, the barber would be sent into the other two, with powerful force.
As a normal man would have been thrown with such a powerful throw, this was a simulation of an illusion, of a horror film. The barber's face was knocked upward, ad he bent at the elbow blow, with the sound of cracking of bones. He, however, stayed where he was, straightening up, as he turned toward the boy, blood drippling down from that horrible smile, as he said, "What's the matter freak, I thought you were a monster like us." The Edward Scissorhands looking man left the others, as the barber made his speech, using it as a distraction, as he ran around the boy, jumping into the air, slashing those knived fingers at the boy.
Chuck Wallace watched the Barber, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "What in god's name are you?" He asked as back up slightly, a brow raised slightly, confused. The few steps he took back was enough to make the Scissorhands man fall on him instead of slice him open. When he felt the weight of the "man" on his back he would grasp him by a hand, which was the first thing in reach, and throw him over his shoulder towards the Barber. "Freak? I may be a freak, but I ain't no monster." He said as he took a few more steps back, wanting to keep them all in view. That, was easier said than done sadly. He was now placed soley in the light, everything outside it nearly impossible to see with his human-like eyes. He rose slightly onto the ball of his foot, head continuing to look in directions at random, looking for the slightes sense of movement. His eyes were wide now, a sense of desperation nearly palpable. He didn't fear people he could hurt, but people he couldn't? That was something else entirely.
It seemed eerie again, as the three monsters took positions around the boy, far enough away, so that he could only see their silouettes, as they put their fingers together, making that steel sound, on either side of Chuck, and in front of him. From behind him, a whimpering of a smaller, teenage boy was made, as he stumbled into the lighted away, his body baring bloody slices, and bruises all over. "Ain't a monster, eh," said a voice that resembled Chuck's voice, as a foot was put into the lighted area, from the same direction the boy had entered from. The figure was partially shown, being about the same size as the student. "I doubt ya strongest the monster on earth," the barber finally said, laughing with Eddy and Freddy.
Chuck Wallace looked between the monsters as the did their little creepy song and dance. He would whirl around to see the smaller boy. "What tha' 'ell?" He said as he looked to the voice that sounded like his own. "I'am the strongest, and if I dun' than I never will be!" He shouted towards the figure that was behind the smaller boy. He never let down his guard, thinking these people were just distractions for the monsters to set up another attack. "C'mon, stop with the little games, they dun' work." He shouted, this time towards everyone.
The laughter subsided, as the monsters quiet. "That's it," Aideen muttered, to no one, a smile spreading across her face. The fist of the biggest one clenched, as he brought his other foot into the light, atop the small boy's back, the weight slowly crushing him, cracking the ribs, and squishing the arterties. Blood dripped down from above, down towards Chuck's face, when the boy was painfully murdered, by Chuck's doppleganger. The fist was lifted, as the knive fingers assembled, all coming at him, at the same time.
Chuck Wallace watched the boy murdered by him. He ignored it, a bit of gore splashing on his face. A massive hand went to wipe it away but stopped, the gang now coming towards him. "I can hurt anything in da' world. Only thing I can't hurt is som'in' that ain't real." He said as he somewhat relaxed, hoping what he was thinking was true. "I dun' think you are real. I know you ain't real. Yer a damned hologram of a nightmare. You can't FUCKIN' HURT ME!" He screamed as they continued on their way towards him. He didn't completely lower his hands, just incase he was wrong.
Chuck was partially right, for Aideen, while at the controls, deactivated the first three freaks, fading them from the illusion, as the droids that made them real, went back to their sleeper spots. The doppleganger's fist, however, still came at the boy, soon to be impacting the face; as he shouted back, "RECLAIM YAH TITLE!"
Chuck Wallace didn't expect the fist to come for him, but his boxing experience was enough to where he rose his fist to partially deflect the blow. It still sent him sliding across the floor about ten or fifteen feet. "Round 1!" He screamed as he dashed towards himself. He guessed the robot or whatever it was didn't know him move for move, or it wouldn't have just sent a single hit. He was taught "Punches in bunches." He feinted an uppercut to the torso, but then turned it into a right hook to the jaw. After that he would send a left hook to the side. He was also taught "Head, body, head, body head." When punched in the head it was nearly instinct for the person to start blocking the head, when they did that they would leave their body open. It also worked vice-versa.
The doppleganger was taken by surprise by the right hook, expecting a uppercut to the torso, instead. So that what made him slow in responding to the next few hits, sending his sliding along Baker Street. The doppleganger was able to get to his feet, extending his arms toward the boy, and send jets of red blood at Chuck, following the gushes with a punch to the chest. The copy had quickly learning from Chuck, about the barrage of attacks, so it's fists sent punch after punch, at the male's chest.
Chuck Wallace had the gore hit him in the eyes, blinding him long enough for the fake Chuck to get a few hits in, sending him gliding across the pavement. He jumped up quickly, hand wiping the blood from his face. "Damn, I 'it 'ard!" He chuckled as he dashed back. He would jump half when he was half way, his massive theighs sending him high into the air. A moment later he would land behind Chuck, hands reach for the neck, attempting to get him into a sleeper hold. If he succesfully got it he would smash the back of it's knees, wanting it to be unable to resist him. After that he would start to rip and thrash back and forth, like a shark ripping a chunk from prey. He was trying to behead the damned thing!
Almost like a poltergeist, the doppleganger's head would turned, so the face was facing Chuck's, staring at him, as the knees were broken. The mouth open, spitting out more blood, the dobbleganger's arms struggling free, unless Chuck was able to rip them off, in time. If he escaped the boy's hold, the dobble ganger would attempt to naw on the boy's leg.
Chuck Wallace quickly went from a sleeper hold to different position. He grasped both wrists and began yanking. His left foot still pinned the broken leg to the pavement while his right foot pushed against the middle of the fake-Chuck's back. He started pulling with his upper body and pushing with his lower, ridiculous amounts of torque being used. His face turned a bright red and veins popped from his muscles. The force he was putting into this move would be able to tear steel in half as if it were paper.
The doppleganger was torn in half, with a sound of flesh, muscles, and bones being pulled apart, blood spurting around. The blood puddled around the dopplgangers body, before the scene frozen, and started to fade away, leaving huck in the empty room, the bodies, and blood gone. The door to the control room opened, and Aideen ame out unto the fllor, stepping to the boy, as she spoke, "Good job, Mastah Wallace, yah did a mighty fine job. O' course I'm not this Demarco fella, so da' probably wasn't as bad as an actual attack. I was just goin' by what the victims tol' us."
Chuck Wallace fell on his ass when all the force had ripped the fake-Chuck in half. He just sat there for a moment or so, breathing heavily. "Well, i'll do tha' same to tha' Demarco character." He said inbetween heavy breaths. "Oh, an' thank ye'. I told ya' I was tha' strongest man in tha' world, didn't I?" Chuckling slightly as he slowly rose to a stand. Sweat covered his face as he looked around. "So, now that we got that done wi', what do I gotta do now?" He asked, his hands on his hips as he continued to breath hard. Chuck was out of shape...
Aideen O'Rourke chuckled, at the remark, before she replied, "Demaro has proven harder to kill, or even defend against. And Your welcome, I just figured that I'd test ya strength an' all." She turned to the door, before she added, "Well, ya're free to go, I jus' need to log the bloo'y thing, and then be off." Aideen stepped back to the controls, starting her work, which would last a bit.
Chuck Wallace nodded slightly to the woman, his breath slowly begining to come back to him. "Well then. I think imma' go inta' a coma fer' a lil' while. Those things 'er pretty tough. Well, seeya' later." He said as he somewhat stumbled out of the Danger Room. He headed towards his room where he would pass out, not even bothering to shower up.
