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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:13:59 GMT -5
He skids to a halt, sliding on to his back smoothly and then just staring at the sky above. "I'm running out of time... and I can only do so much without risking tiring myself out." His expression was pissed, to say the least. He wanted to have a tantrum... right now... but he wanted to relax, too, and relaxation won... and he layed there.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:23:59 GMT -5
Cajabe stared up at the clouds, becoming bored now... training seems to be a hobby of Cajabe's... it is Cajabe's hobby actually, I suppose. When he's not training, and when he's not fighting to show off his skills from training, he's bored. Very very bored. And slightly agitated, too.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:26:11 GMT -5
The problem was... Cajabe knew he had to rest for now to maintain his stamina at its full. "I hate this... especially as I'm torn between wanting the tournament to begin right now and wanting as much time as I can get... to IMPROVE MY SPEED DAMNIT!!!" Laying on the floor won't help, but what choice does he have?
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:27:45 GMT -5
Cajabe lets out a long sigh, staring at the clouds above, with his boredom growing worse and worse... his tail unwraps slightly and begins to twitch around... acting like a submarine periscope almost. This is a sign of just how utterly BORED he is.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:32:58 GMT -5
"It would be a great thing to be able to fly one day... but that is yet another skill far beyond my reach. For now... I simply need speed... now why can't I get it?!" Poor Cajabe... wanting something doesn't mean you automatically get it...
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:35:15 GMT -5
He reaches his hand out toward the sky... and gazes at both his hand and the sky for a while... he then clenches his fist, and drops his arm down, releasing the fist... down to his side again. Another sigh escapes Cajabe's lips. He's booooored.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:37:01 GMT -5
Cajabe thought he heard something... it's as if some kid on an island far away just yelled something derogatory but very very true about Cajabe, but he just can't tell what it was... "Well that was weird..." A sweatdrop rolls down the side of his face.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:38:34 GMT -5
Twisting his expression and raising an eyebrow, Cajabe tries to make sense of what that mysterious sound was, but he gives up quickly, and gets back to relaxing... staring at the clouds... and feeling ABSOLUTELY...
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...bored.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:41:18 GMT -5
Cajabe turned his head slightly to take a look over at the other fighters... they didn't seem to be very full of life at the moment themselves... this was being one boring wait... "Where are the other four challengers?! Cowards, that's what they are!"
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:43:25 GMT -5
His head rolling back in to position staring at the sky, Cajabe lets out... yet another sigh. He growls a bit, too... very quietly under his breath... but still a growl. "Looks like I have more time than I thought... this is ridiculous..."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:45:53 GMT -5
Cajabe thinks a little more, and curses the boringality of it all a little more... and then curses his weaknesses a little more... and nobody cares if boringality doesn't exist... anyways... after this, Cajabe decides he may as well get back up. "I'll train just a little more."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:48:32 GMT -5
He rises to his feet, and stretches his arms out to the sides a little... a lot... ohh man that feels good to stretch like that. He relaxes, and drops his arms to his sides. "I don't know what else to do except start that ridiculous dashing again... I need a better method..."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:54:20 GMT -5
Cajabe pauses, though, because he feels just a little different from way back when he first realized his speed was lacking... "Did I actually improve a hell of a lot since then? I feel like any time soon I might have enough power to surpass my weakness in speed... but how do I know this? It makes no sense... but as if I'd complain. Haha."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:56:31 GMT -5
He clenches his fists, and raises them up before himself, sets in to a simple boxer's stance, and begins swinging some punches at the air. "My speed has definitely picked up with these punches, I know that... I should test my other skills out, too, later... and finally I'll try dashing again."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 16:58:09 GMT -5
Cajabe thrusts a few more punches at the air... left right left for simple jabs, followed by a quick uppercut with his right. Cajabe, as it would seem, can take on a basic boxing style if he wants... he often boxes the air while training. Like he is right now.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:00:15 GMT -5
He sends a knee strike forward with his right leg, and then jumps off of his left leg while planting the right back on the floor and delivering a swift roundhouse at the air with his left leg. He does other things than simple boxing, too, when he airfights. Cajabe trains in all kinds of ways... and some day he'll start pushing his body like crazy and causing all kinds of injuries for the sake of his power, I'm sure of it.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:03:49 GMT -5
Straight after the knee strike, he sends a flurry of fists using his left arm, followed immediately by a stomach punch from his right arm, and then another roundhouse, but this time with his right leg. When he has both feet on the ground again, he pauses... "I like my skills... and my speed seems good, too... though still, I bet it's not enough yet."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:18:56 GMT -5
Cajabe lowers his stance as if he's a runner about to dash through a race track, touching the ground with one hand... and then... HE'S OFF! He's running, but not fast enough, like he expected, to one of the corners, where he skids to a halt.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:19:58 GMT -5
Cajabe decided to try again... prepared himself in the same pose as before... and then... HE WAS OFF AGAIN! Sprinting to the other corner... and skidding to a halt. Fast... very fast... but not fast enough to disappear.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:23:20 GMT -5
After having skidded to a halt, Cajabe cursed... he hated this... he was so close, he knew it, but yet so far from attaining the speed he so desired. "How hard can it be to move so fast you disappear from sight for a moment?" Hello, Cajabe? It's hard. You're just a jackass who thinks too much of himself.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:25:01 GMT -5
He sighs, and considers hurling a blast randomly at something to destroy it... but, with ki in hand, and ready to be thrown at any moment... he decides against it. AND SO HE DIDN'T [/center] Cajabe draws his ki back in to himself, folds his arms, and grumbles.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:26:22 GMT -5
Continuing to grumble, Cajabe would kick a rock if there had been one, but the arena's floor was so smooth and polished and perfect. There wasn't even the tiniest stone in sight. Cajabe's poor foot had nothing to kick, so Cajabe had not even the slightest outlet for even his irritation.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:27:49 GMT -5
Cajabe feels like roaring out to the skies 'GIVE ME SPEED' but realizes that it could be misinterpreted as Cajabe's desire to take some sort of narcotic. That would be a bad idea, so he stays quiet, and grumbles a little more now and then. He hates this.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:29:40 GMT -5
He begins to pace along the edge of the arena, and unfolds his arms, while thinking to himself... "Surely I should be able to acquire this amazing speed... surely I have the ability. I know I can do it! It would be a disgrace to my heritage if I could not. Damn this, damn this to hell!" His tail has uncurled from his waist and is visibly twitching around.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:31:05 GMT -5
With both fists clenched, he makes an action as like someone does when they hammer down on a table with both fists, and bearing his teeth, eyes full of anger, he looks about to explode. Calm down Cajabe, just calm down. You need to stay calm... the fights haven't started yet and you need to maintain your energy.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:33:12 GMT -5
He considers vandalism again, but controls himself... he considers vandalism again, but has to control himself... again. He looks around at the arena, and wishes to demolish so much of it. He's so fucking MAD right now, like a toddler who didn't get the toy he wanted. Damn.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:36:45 GMT -5
A spark or two seems to crackle around Cajabe's body, and he gets himself pretty mad... but steadily... he calms himself down. Sort of. Eventually, he's sat there with his arms folded near the edge of the arena. Frowning, and occasionally grumbling about something. What's wrong with this guy, seriously?
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:38:17 GMT -5
Cajabe actually feels at the point where he may give up. He doesn't realize he could be moments away if he trained like crazy right now, just for a little longer, but no... he's through... he actually feels like he should just give up. AND SO HE... [/center] Wait, he's not sure yet, entirely.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:43:11 GMT -5
Eventually, after not actually deciding anything at all... Cajabe stands up, and turns to look across at all the currently empty audience stands. "It doesn't matter... I will never allow myself to be humiliated before so many people as there may be when this tournament begins... I will find a way through this... I am unstoppable."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 18, 2009 17:45:04 GMT -5
Cajabe turns back to look across at all the fighters, and considers each one for a moment... "None of them could be that strong... I will win... I know it... there is no doubt in my mind... even if that mysteriously skillful boy shows up... I will still win..." And repeating the mantra... "I am unstoppable."
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