仲裁屋

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Indie. RP for Asuka Kazama of Tekken

Selective | 18+ | OC & Crossover Welcome | Follows Canon

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NARRATIVE HOOKS:

You are a member of the Mishima or Kazama families

You know / learned / want to learn about or hate the Kazama family

You want to challenge her family dojo

You want to join as a student of the dojo

You are a H.S. student doing a school exchange trip or a transfer student, or an adult doing college scouting at her H.S.

You are a delinquent / you are a street brawler causing a ruckus and have heard about or drawn the attention of the 'Naniwa Fight Arbiter'

Whatever other you can come up with, these are just some default templates to use ^

@madcg | Non-Verbal Prompts

The mere glimpse of his snakeskin jacket flashing sun in her eyes from across the road sent her reeling for cover. But where was there to hide? Cars stacked bumper to bumper on the intersection, the crosswalk light was red bringing those at the edges of the sidewalks to a standstill, and the only free walkway rose above her head as an overpass. The crowds were thick with the evening rush home churning dozens between them, a sea joining streams that could swallow any details caught in the center. She gripped her school bag tightly. Was he alone, had he brought footmen? What if someone carried a hit on him right now but caught her in the middle, a knife searing between her ribs? And what the hell was his deal with her anyway, if he wasn't some old pervert? Maybe if she stood really, really still eyes to the floor he'd go away.

@bravesung | Non-Verbal Prompts

The bandage pressed the ointment deeper between the red cracks of her wound and what alcohol remained with it. She hissed leaning against the rough concrete of a building, finding no relief when it dug into her from every angle. People who would pass them by crossed the street instead; she'd be tempted too in their place. Who in their right mind went toward a heap of passed out bodies? This stranger weaving a bandage around her sliced leg like she was swaddling a baby knew blood and death. Either that, or she confused being crazy for having guts. It wasn't Asuka's fault one of the boys pulled a knife, but she'd put him in the gravel before he'd taken more than skin and stubble. It didn't even need stitching. That comfort didn't make it hurt less; the thinnest cuts always stung like a bitch. She stared at her weird green hair and grunted from the side of her mouth. Was this one of those girl punks she'd heard about? She had to be too old from this angle of her face.

"I ain't ungrateful but he didn't get me that bad. I coulda done this myself."

@viennrose | Blood Starters

She shook the wet off her hands and sighed squinting down her nose. Lili's dress hung drapped over her arms, and her arms were crossed under her chest making the outline of her breasts stick through her white undershirt. Irritation kept her voice from skipping a rock. It froze her face stern too, constipated with every unspoken want a braver idiot would just say. She stepped closer in a bound and snatched the raggedy toothbrush Dad had set aside for this kind of grime off the shelf above their washing machine.

"'Cuz yer washin' it wrong. Ya gotta soak it right away with cold water, then lemme show ya,"

She grabbed the baking soda and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the same shelf and set them aside. Then she grabbed the dress and dunked it into the cold well of the machine, where her own clothes had sunk to the bottom. Some heartbeats passed before she pulled it up again. A splash of perioxide and sprinkle of powder made the splotches fizz into rippling bubbles and in seconds the dress was writhing foam. The hiss of it cleared her mind, stole her tongue every time. The muscle keeping her rod straight finally bent. The fight was over. Then she brushed and brushed and brushed turning red back to velvet and linen and lace. The metallic tang of it filled her throat as full as Lili's tongue. She swallowed.

"Like that. This stuff melts it away. How tha' hell did nobody ever show ya? Ya got people wipin' yer ass since ya were born, how useless are ya ta' not learn a thing or two?"

@madcg | Blood Starters

What slumped against the mouth of an alley stopped her tracks dead. The clatter of her school briefcase was far away. What passed for his stomach was buried under a thick swath of purple, black, and red. She could feel it stop under her collarbone, tasted blood in her mouth then her sweat; she winced. She should leave him here. He looked really bad. He might really die. She should leave him here. Gangster bastard. This might finally run him out of here. Or maybe she'd only stumbled onto some kind of starting line.

"Ya ever shut up mister? You keep squrmin' an' there's gonna be more than shit comin' out yer mouth.

Out flew her phone from the pocket of her skirt and in one go she flipped it against her ear. Her eyes held him in their claws; she thrust out a finger, as if it'd shoot through his chest. If only something like that could stop the bleeding. And if he got away who else would find him but more gangster trash. Better that she'd been the one; she'd turn her shit luck to something raging burning the red in her eyes to ash. Her fingers were a blur dialing for an ambulance. Her voice boomed tightening her face,

"Don't go crawlin' ya worm!"

She shouted punching through the speaker slamming into the line operator.

"Hey! Listen I got a guy bleedin' out here- Shikitsunishi First District, eleventh block. Right outside tha' go kart place. Hurry!"

@viennrose | Bonds Starters

"Did yer parents rehearse their aim before droppin' ya on tha' head? I ain't kiddin', tell me, moron!"

@madcg | Bonds Starters

"Did you decide ta' keep dressin' like a skeevy pimp or is that tha' dementia callin'?! Shaddup! Nobody's runnin' rackets here even if ya bring in tha' guns! Go tappin' away in yer cabaret shoes down ta' Hell!"

She looked him dead in the face wide eyed; the nerve on him was as oiled as the snakeskin in his jacket. She spat at his feet. What the hell was this neighborhood coming to now, a circus act? All she'd done for a few days was gone to school. Homework was gonna have to pile up again if there were bonafide goddamn gangsters moving in. Then again, if their best were over the hill dogs maybe she'd only found a poor bastard on the doorstep of dementia. She wasn't meant to go picking on the old and confused and half blind with that eye patch over his face, but now she'd gotten ahead of herself. Asuka squinted at him real good. Snakeskin jacket, alligator shoes, leather pants that shined their gloss even in shadows; she couldn't call it a definite yes but she couldn't say it was nothing either. How she hated making bets. They were the lowest form of conversation. Next to the bully she'd be if she were wrong, of course.

"Tha' hell I do! Don't make this harder on me. Ain't no way ya haven't looked in a mirror. Age don't exclude ya from tha' rules if yer rockin' those fuckin' tattoos bright as day on yer chest! It ain't my business if I'm mistaken, but I'm warnin' you!"

She stuck her hands on her hips but her muscles were relaxed; warm and ready. Not even hell opening up on Earth could pacify old people.