Post by Yogu on Nov 2, 2023 23:39:18 GMT -5
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Well, Yogu was in some hot water. After a strange and altogether scary experience involving a street doctor testing some 'super serum', the boy woke up in police custody, some precinct in Central City. He was supposedly behind trashing a building in some drug-fuelled rage. It was by sheer luck that the old place had been scheduled for demolition, and no one was inside. This perplexed Yogu greatly. In his own words, he'd say this is "Bullshit! I don't even remember doin' this! ...If I DID do it! How d'you know it wasn't the other guy?" They weren't buying stories of mad science serums, especially when there wasn't a trace of this other guy. He was also running for president, which kind of made this thing a big deal. The cops kept reminding him of this, which was getting annoying. He could just walk out of there. It would be so very easy to snap the cuffs, but what kind of headline would that be? Psycho teen-politician goes on rampage, escapes police?
They did believe he had no recollection of events, however, and they still had an investigation to do. No charges yet. After a day or two, he was finally free! But he couldn't leave the city. And his parents were coming to pick him up.
"Uh oh."
Well, it was time to get out of town. It was his go-to move after all.
The boy wasn't too sure where to go. He kept walking down the road, spaced out. It had been easy to get out of there. He just asked to go out for a smoke and walked out and away. In all of his escapes from a city, this one was a new record. Despite his bruises from the fight he's assuming he got into with the street doctor, he was feeling stronger and faster than ever! "Maybe that serum stuff wasn't just a buncha hoohah!" Did that really matter right now? His world was falling apart! What about the presidential campaign and the litany of crimes he's committed both accidentally and purposefully all of a sudden?! But did those matter...?
"Ugh, this is too much thinkin'! Where the hell am I goin' anyway?!" As if to answer himself, he realizes his feet led him to the little village Chomei had built his dojo on the outskirts of. That was quick. Was it the best place to go? No! Yogu wanted to go somewhere very remote and chill there for the next year or two. But where he's at now is better than his parents in the city.
Wandering through the place, Yogu felt a little calmer. This was much better than the city. One of the many kids he'd terrorized on his first visit and gotten to know on subsequent ones wandered up and walked beside him. "I saw you on tee-vee."
Yogu's blood runs cold. He doesn't respond, only frowning. Was he caught that quick?
"I don't get it. Are you gonna be president of da earth, or is Mister Chomei?" Yogu sighs with relief. He shrugs, "Dunno. Maybe neither of us. Probably." The little kid dogging his heels didn't like this answer, marching off with a grumble.
It was about when he reached the gate to his cousin's property that he considered the guy might not even be home. He was probably campaigning for election! Still, Yogu was going to pay his visit. He marches to the screen doors of the dojo and shouts, "Yo, Choh! You in there?! I've come for a fight! ...To challenge your dojo, I mean! Turtle School versus Dragon School!" His words were a surprise even to himself. There wasn't even a turtle school to speak of. But his subconscious was steering the wheel, and it wanted a good 'ol Om family brawl.
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