Post by Jasmine Noir on Feb 4, 2019 16:21:36 GMT -4
A boxing club. A fucking boxing club.
It wasn't anything new. It wasn't anything surprising. Hell, Yuuei itself had a goddamn martial arts club, ran by none other than the geek of fighting Daimon Darren himself, and while most could argue Jasmine was just as equipped to content for that spot, she'd tell you to go fuck yourself. Why? Just Jasmine things. That has become one of the excuses for Jasmine actually doing "Jasmine things" ever since Rin came up with that nonsense, and when Jasmine says nonsense she means that very goddamn literally.
Anyway, we're getting sidetracked.
The blonde American had received a random text - a massively sent out message to the more 'straightforward' fighters at Yuuei. That's exactly what the message said. It read as follows: To the meatheads at Yuuei Academy who punch first and ask questions later, please be informed that - whatever the fuck the school's name was, Jasmine couldn't remember - 's boxing club is in town and we've set up a booth. Come test us out if you have the balls.
While normally Jasmine would flat out ignore something like that, for some odd reason she felt like confirming the size of her 'balls.' As such, she was marching down the main alley of the sports festival, nearing the aforementioned 'boxing club' stall. Eyes were instantly on her, gazes of recognition, fear, indignation and... humor? They seemed amused. Okay. She could already tell they would try to cheat her out of something. Fuck it, she'd play their game.
"Just a second, Miss Noir," the meathead standing near the covered up and rather large stall said. That stall... it wasn't even a stall. It was a fucking tent that obviously hid a ring in there. I mean yeah that makes sense but Jesus Christ... A rather cocky smile was on the dude's face as he stopped Jasmine in her tracks. "Before you can proceed inside, you need to prove yourself. Please, right here." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder towards something hidden beneath some kind of dark cloth. The blonde lioness quirked an eyebrow as the male snickered. He walked up to it, a hand over the cloth before pulling it down.
"A... punching machine? You serious?" She asked, glancing at him with the most you've got to be fucking kidding me type of face she could muster.
"Deathly serious. Please, go ahead. Seven hundred is the minimum to be invited inside."
For the love of...
In the back of her mind Jasmine could only wonder if anyone was as stupid as her to entertain this bullshit.
It wasn't anything new. It wasn't anything surprising. Hell, Yuuei itself had a goddamn martial arts club, ran by none other than the geek of fighting Daimon Darren himself, and while most could argue Jasmine was just as equipped to content for that spot, she'd tell you to go fuck yourself. Why? Just Jasmine things. That has become one of the excuses for Jasmine actually doing "Jasmine things" ever since Rin came up with that nonsense, and when Jasmine says nonsense she means that very goddamn literally.
Anyway, we're getting sidetracked.
The blonde American had received a random text - a massively sent out message to the more 'straightforward' fighters at Yuuei. That's exactly what the message said. It read as follows: To the meatheads at Yuuei Academy who punch first and ask questions later, please be informed that - whatever the fuck the school's name was, Jasmine couldn't remember - 's boxing club is in town and we've set up a booth. Come test us out if you have the balls.
While normally Jasmine would flat out ignore something like that, for some odd reason she felt like confirming the size of her 'balls.' As such, she was marching down the main alley of the sports festival, nearing the aforementioned 'boxing club' stall. Eyes were instantly on her, gazes of recognition, fear, indignation and... humor? They seemed amused. Okay. She could already tell they would try to cheat her out of something. Fuck it, she'd play their game.
"Just a second, Miss Noir," the meathead standing near the covered up and rather large stall said. That stall... it wasn't even a stall. It was a fucking tent that obviously hid a ring in there. I mean yeah that makes sense but Jesus Christ... A rather cocky smile was on the dude's face as he stopped Jasmine in her tracks. "Before you can proceed inside, you need to prove yourself. Please, right here." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder towards something hidden beneath some kind of dark cloth. The blonde lioness quirked an eyebrow as the male snickered. He walked up to it, a hand over the cloth before pulling it down.
"A... punching machine? You serious?" She asked, glancing at him with the most you've got to be fucking kidding me type of face she could muster.
"Deathly serious. Please, go ahead. Seven hundred is the minimum to be invited inside."
For the love of...
In the back of her mind Jasmine could only wonder if anyone was as stupid as her to entertain this bullshit.
