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Post by attleborotaco on May 19, 2009 21:17:56 GMT -5
This is where fighters who are seriously injured go after a battle in the tournament.
The doctors took reiji into the emergency room. His body was torn up bad. All the beating he had taken in his demonic form was now on his real form and there for had taken a larger toll on him.
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Post by attleborotaco on May 19, 2009 21:21:16 GMT -5
The cuts all over his body were now bleeding a shitload, causing him to be really really weak. The doctors were having a tough time trying to close up all the cuts on his body before he bled to death. Reiji was still unconscious from the fight with blaze.
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Post by attleborotaco on May 19, 2009 21:30:20 GMT -5
The doctors after awhile were able to completely seal up all the cuts on reiji's body. Now all that was needed was for reiji to get a little bit of rest. The battle had taken alot out of him and his demonic side wasnt forgiving in the least.
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Post by attleborotaco on May 19, 2009 21:33:29 GMT -5
Reiji woke up a few hours after the match was finished, he was starting to heal just nicely. He put his hand on his forehead. "Ugg... I have the worst headache." Reiji said to himself.
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Post by attleborotaco on May 19, 2009 21:34:40 GMT -5
Reiji was all bandaged up. He was able to move a little bit. The nurse came in to see how he was doing. Reiji told her he didnt need her help. He got out of bed and started to walk around.
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Post by attleborotaco on May 19, 2009 21:35:58 GMT -5
He remembered he had lost the battle to his opponent. "Fuck" He said as he punched a hole in the hospital wall. He was quite pissed about losing. "I still need to get stronger." He said as he walked out of the hospital.
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Post by Blaze on May 20, 2009 1:04:01 GMT -5
Blaze awoke several hours later slightly dazed, he had been rushed here earlier after his fight with Reiji. Although he had won decisively he did not like how injured he had gotten fighting such a weak opponent. "No more of this" he thought
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Post by Blaze on May 20, 2009 1:05:14 GMT -5
"I can not just sit on my ass and fuck around with weakling opponents." his thoughts continued From now on there will be no mercy on those that get in my way, I will step on them like ants." Blazes thoughts formed in a style similar to that, that an evil villain would be ranting about
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Post by Blaze on May 20, 2009 1:08:18 GMT -5
Blaze then sat up, he knew his next fight in the tournament was fast approaching but wouldn't be for at the very least a little while. "I might as well get some last minute training in." he said aloud as he opened the door and left the hospital
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Post by Shiro on May 21, 2009 9:21:17 GMT -5
Shiro woke up after a few hours. He asked someone if his next fight had been announced, but they said no. So, with nothing better to do, he got up, put his outer wear and swords back in place, and left the hospital.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 17:08:07 GMT -5
Couric groaned as he regained consciousness, trying to get up only to notice that something tugged on his arm. He blinked, turning his head to see an IV stuck in his arm.
"Eh...? The hell..?" He muttered groggily, noticing that both of his legs were in what appeared to be casts and his arms had quite a bit of bandaging on them thanks to the wounds and burns. "Eh..?! What happened!?"
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 17:09:20 GMT -5
After having been checked over by the paramedics, Cajabe now lays unconscious in a hospital bed, with a drip connected to his circulatory system to supply him with nutrients... as his gut still needs time to recover before he'll be able to eat again after so much damage to his gut.
Man, this is gonna piss him off when he wakes up... which may take a while, because he's REALLY out cold.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 17:14:52 GMT -5
"Did I lose...? Or win...? Or what...?" Couric pondered aloud, also wondering just how a cast was meant to heal his burnt leg. And that's when he realized that he was in a hospital gown...
"WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES!?!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, a few birds taking off from atop the roof. Of course, it was then that the internal damage kicked in and Couric clutched his stomach with his not-IV-stuck hand, wincing in pain.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 17:31:03 GMT -5
"Oh. You knocked eachother out simultaneously so you were both disqualified." A nearby nurse replied before walking off again.
"Oh...Well...At least I didn't lose...?" He blinked, obviously confused. /Wouldn't a double KO lead to who can get up first or something...? Guess not if we're both disqualified.../ He realized, leaning back against the bed.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 17:36:38 GMT -5
He looked around the small room he was in, wondering just where the hell his clothes were at this point...only to see them resting on a nearby chair..just out of reach.
/It's official...if luck exists...I have only bad../ He grimaced, trying to think of a way to get a hold of them without causing himself some extraordinary pain.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 17:45:19 GMT -5
Leaning towards the chair as far as he could manage with his semi-injured arm, Couric tried to grab onto his gi's pant leg. Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, his hand slowly drew towards the article of clothing. /Almost.../
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 17:47:00 GMT -5
And he fell....flat on his face, ripping the IV right out of his arm...Ignoring the urge to scream out in pain, he reached up towards his gi once more, realizing that it was closer thanks to the fact he was currently on the floor instead of the bed.
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 18:01:28 GMT -5
It'd take a good five minutes longer, but Couric finally catch a hold of his gi, digging in the pocket and pulling out the pouch that had been stuffed in there. Popping the bean into his mouth, he felt his body suddenly and immediately heal. Slipping the casts and the guide off, he got dressed and turned towards the window.
/Guess there's no point in staying on the island.../
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Post by unholylssj on May 21, 2009 18:11:23 GMT -5
He leapt out, finding himself on the cloud that had probably been waiting there the whole time. /Well...Let's get going then!/ He thought, the cloud puttering away from the building before taking off into the sky at top speed.
/Now...let's see just what the hell is going on.../ He closed his eyes, sensing as far as he could...only to notice that two presences were clashing against one another.
"Looks like two people are either sparring or fighting it out all the way..." He muttered, shrugging as the cloud picked up the pace. /Then again...considering presences are disappearing nearby..../
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 22, 2009 13:47:04 GMT -5
Cajabe eventually wakes up... finally...
"Ugh... what the... hell happened...?"
He's having trouble figuring out where he is... what happened last... what he was doing last... how long he was out... oh man...
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 22, 2009 15:53:56 GMT -5
It turns out that Cajabe had passed out... again... and slept for even more time...
Oh man, once he realizes what's happened to him, he's going to be so fucking pissed.
He won't accept this 'weakness'.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 22, 2009 15:59:24 GMT -5
Waking back up, Cajabe curses, swears, roars, and pretty much scares the fuck out of anyone on the same floor.
He's mad. Really mad.
Oh man... being in a hospital... the worst thing ever...
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 22, 2009 16:11:52 GMT -5
He begins to get up, pulling the drip from his arm, even though he really shouldn't do that... throwing the covers off... and leaping out from the bed... only to realize...
"WHERE ARE MY DAMN CLOTHES?!"
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 22, 2009 16:13:54 GMT -5
Cajabe is wearing one of those terrible hospital gowns, with... oh the horror... HIS BUTT SHOWING OUT THE BACK!!!
As soon as Cajabe realizes this... he's gonna... oh wait...
"Why does my butt feel cold?
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Post by Blaze on May 22, 2009 16:34:08 GMT -5
Blaze would be taken into the hospital to heal up from his injuries from the tournament. Although he wasn't very injured he was suffering from a lot of fatigue. Passing out in his bed after receiving his prizes and a couple of female callers, here he would laying until later
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 22, 2009 16:40:21 GMT -5
Cajabe feels behind himself... cold hard flesh... yep...
"I WANT MY FUCKING CLOTHES, RIGHT NOW!!!"
Of course, every employee in earshot would be too scared to go near him, so nobody's gonna help.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 22, 2009 16:42:09 GMT -5
Cajabe realizes that they're actually right there on a chair a few steps away...
"Oh right... nevermind..."
And it looks like the good folks of Tenkaichi fixed up all the damage to his outfit and washed it too... nice and as good as new.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 22, 2009 16:43:34 GMT -5
Cajabe pulls on his clothing after throwing away the gown, ignoring the pain in his gut from Couric's punches in the ring.
He then walks to the window, opens it, and jumps out, landing down on the street only a couple floors below.
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Post by Shiro on May 22, 2009 19:11:45 GMT -5
Shiro woke up some time later, jaw sore. He sat up, rubbing his head and licking the place where his tooth was. Well that sucks. He sighed and looked out the window. Not nearly as much as losing the match, though. Another sigh and he tried standing, got dizzy, and sat down again. Hope I don't have a concussion, or anything.
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Post by Shiro on May 22, 2009 19:13:52 GMT -5
His hand went back up to his head, which felt like there was a rock concert going on inside it. Ignoring that pain he sat up again, slowly this time, and looked around for his clothes. He found them, mended, on a table nearby.
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