« ✗ » There was no telling if it was a curse or a gift, being in this backwards place with not a sign of his self proclaimed rival. There was definitely a lot more time to do things, but the thrill of living out that anime-esque rivalry kept his blood pumping. Things have been rather boring here. At least until eyes fell onto a man with familiar features. Even in a crowd of people, Hwoarang could tell who this guy was. As if to verify his thoughts, he kept his glare locked. 

           Once it was returned, he was expecting some sort of confrontation, a snarky remark, something! All he got was this asshat waking away. “Why does it always have to be so boring,” he grumbled before taking fast strides to catch up and grab onto his shoulder, jerking him back. 

                     “Jin Kazama. Running away already?”

jasingam

He could feel a pair of eyes among the crowd staring him down with malicious intent. He’d spent enough time around those who despised him to be able to tell. Though it wasn’t murderous, it was clear that someone here bore a grudge against him. Cold, black eyes shifted towards the source of the sensation before falling upon a single target. And what followed was silence. An exchange of glares. The furrowing of brows. The two men stared each other down until finally.. 

Jin simply turned around and began walking away.

          « ✗ » “I can feel it in the air...                                             Jin Kazama is here.”

crybabytrapmaster submitted:

(I think you deserve seeing what your korean rant looks like after being retranslated in English XD)

“You little fucking bad you are, how the hell did you say about me? I want you to know that I graduated top of my class, navy seal, I know I’m involved in a number of secret raids on Quaeda, I confirm more than 300 people. I’m the best shooter in the entire United States military trained in gorilla warfare. You are nothing to me but not another subject. I do not exactly sweep your favorite sexual’ve never seen on this earth that you show my fucking words. You think you can get away with shit are you saying to me over the Internet? Think of the kittens again. We are now tracking because I contacted my secret US spy network via the user’s IP, and say you are better prepared for the storm maggots. Abandon your pathetic little life call one storm. You will damn the dead child. I can be anywhere, anytime, with more than seven hundred ways I could kill you, it just with my bare hands. Not only do you little shit, I broadly unarmed combat training, but I can not access the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps, I wipe you off the face of the continent’s miserable ass used to the full extent. Only you can know your little "clever” comments gohaetda some divine retribution tteuriryeo down to you, maybe you’ll have to hold your fucking tongue, but you can not, you did not, now you have the price pay, you fucking idiot I would shit all over your anger, you escape this. You will eat yaeul dead fucking kid. “

I M CRY I NG O H MY G Od

        « ✗ »  “Fuck. Shit, don’t ask me, either way, I clearly don’t fucking speak it. -- Excuse me?”

          Oh no he didn’t.

                    “당신은 빌어 먹을 당신이 조금 나쁜, 나에 대해 도대체 말을 했습니까? 난 당신이 내가 해군 씰 내 클래스의 상단을 졸업 알고, 내가 알 Quaeda에 수많은 비밀 공습에 참여했습니다거야, 나는 300여 명을 확인합니다. 나는 고릴라 전쟁에서 훈련을하고 있는데 전체 미국 군대에서 최고의 저격수입니다. 당신은 나에게 아무것도하지만 또 다른 대상 없습니다. 나는 정확하게 당신에게있는이 지구에 한 번도 본 적이없는 좋아하는 섹스를 쓸어 내 빌어 먹을 단어를 표시합니다. 당신은 당신이 인터넷을 통해 나에게 똥을 말하는 멀리 얻을 수있을 것 같아? 다시 새끼를 생각하십시오. 우리는 내가 미국과 사용자의 IP를 통해 스파이의 내 비밀 네트워크를 접촉하고 말하는 당신이 더 나은, 폭풍에 대한 구더기를 준비 때문에 지금 추적하고있다. 당신의 인생 전화 한심한 작은 일을 버리고 폭풍. 당신은 죽은 아이를 빌어 먹을 것입니다. 나는 언제 어디서나 할 수있다, 나는 칠백 이상의 방법으로 당신을 죽일 수 있고, 그 그냥 내 맨손으로합니다. 뿐만 아니라 당신 작은 똥, 내가 광범위하게 비무장 전투 훈련,하지만 나는 미국 해병대의 전체 아스날에 액세스 할 수 있습니다 나는 대륙의 얼굴 떨어져 당신의 비참한 엉덩이를 닦아 그 전체 범위에 사용합니다. 당신이 당신의 작은 "영리"의견은 당신에 쓰러 뜨리려고했다 신성 어떤 보복 알고 있습니다 만, 어쩌면 당신은 당신의 빌어 먹을 혀를 개최 한 것이다. 하지만,하지 수, 당신은하지 않았다, 지금 당신이 가격을 지불하고, 당신은 바보를 빌어 먹을. 나는 모든 당신을 통해 분노를 똥 것이고,이에 빠져 있습니다. 당신은, 얘야을 죽은 빌어 먹을 것입니다.”

     “dude youre being so stereotypical right now because that was obviously chinese you know. can you not differentiate the dialects between each other because god damn. see i wasnt trying to insult you in korean, but if i did i would call you a  음경”

       « ✗ » Excuse me x2, he works out barefoot. His feet are great. Maybe kinda dry and calloused and unappealing, but not sweaty. He will shove that foot up your ass, kid. It’ll be great to see this dildo’s face when he fucking gets recktd. ‘Big egos get you nowhere, sonny,’ says the man with an ego bigger than his schlong.

          In response to his threat, he broke out into laughter. Hysterical! This brat’s hysterical! “Do you really think you can hurt me? You’re like ten!”

      ⋘✖⋙ Feet are feet. Those boots probably make them sweat which means nastiness. Your feet are gross until proven otherwise, you Korean strawberry. As far as egos go, Fuyuhiko’s was the size of the Great Wall of China. Maybe it was little man syndrome? Who knows. But he wasn’t afraid to pop a cap in anyone’s ass. Even if that ass was his own.

      “Don’t make me fuck you up, dirt bag. I’m not some kid you can fuck around with.”

          « ✗ » “....Are you being fucking racist right now? I’m Korean, jackass. I don’t fucking speak Japanese. Wh-- I don’t even want to justify you with a reply at this point. Seek help.”

     “okay let me translate it into something for you to understand let me just dredge my memory for something that  anyone who knows anything can translate.”

     “ 少年，你太年轻了。你以为这个论坛上真的有那么多人回复你的帖子？其实都是我一个人回的，不然我换个ID发同样的话给你看。”

     “oh wait was that too hard for you? how about this.”

     “ son, you’re too young. do you really think there are that many people responding to your post on this forum? it was all me. let me change another user ID again and post the same expression here, then you’ll know.”

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                                         « ✗ » “...What the actual fuck is wrong with you? You’re insane.”

Okay, there was no way you were going to deal with this ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT. Oh, so you decide to take matters into your own hands. You decide to tell this asshole a little story you found. 

     “alright, hold the phone–let me tell you a little story here. life or death, you need to listen to what i have to say carefully. lives depend on you listening to this.”

Alright, time to #waste this dude.

     “So I got into a fight today at Wal-Mart. I was standing at the magazine rack, pulling the discs out of OXM outer wraps…basically just minding my own business…and then some kid wearing a Soulja Boy shirt stepped to me quite improper first off, he bumped me.”

:|

     “second off, he flipped the edge of the OXM I was pilfering, in a threatening way as he passed, and then goes… PS3.. fayg. i was like…‘yeah, I’m brand neutral but you don’t need to inform me that you suck off your friends for free, because that’s already obvious. thanks for bumping into me though, dickface’.”

     “actually i only got to the ‘friends for free’ part and he was all up in my face, grabbing the magazine out of my hand and telling me how his older brother was gonna kick my ass.”

     “i DID think of the rest later on though now, normally i try to avoid violence – mostly because my awesome Puerto-Rican Judo and Brazilian Jujitsu skills must be kept in check, or they could cause serious damage. if i punch the ground hard enough, I’m pretty sure i could split the world in half…or at least knock some stuff off a table nearby. but this kid was asking for it, so i lulled him into a false sense of security by apologizing and assuring him that i would procure an ice cream cone of any flavor he chose, as a peace offering.”

     “this seemed to confuse him, but make him cautiously optimistic about the situation, which is when i chose to deliver a jumping front kick to his throat, knocking him back several feet into the Young Miss section where he got tangled up in a Bratz bed canopy and then lurched sideways into rack of Stussy activewear…JUST AS I HAD PLANNED!”

     “since he was incapacitated, i reached behind me for something large and heavy to pound his face with.. but it was all sheet sets, bedspreads, duvet covers and such…when i turned back around he was already back in my face and he had a hanger in his hand. i managed to block the first shot with my left arm, but when i tried to counter with a right jab, he got me in the ribs with the end of the hanger and dropped me to one knee….which left me open to vicious and repeated face kicks, followed by a Garmin GPS display unit to the head.”

     “at this point i really needed to even things up so i went for the double hammer fist to the nuts….a staple move from the knees…cliche really – but i admit i was desperate. i wasn’t gonna let a punk in a soulja boy shirt beat up an awesome American like me, wearing American flag shorts, a wife beater, flip flops, mirrored sunglasses and rocking a sweet dragon chain around my neck. the second i made contact, he grunted and crumpled to the ground like a sack of wet grass.”

     “for a moment or two i considered continuing the pounding to get even MORE even, but then a Wal-Mart employee (surprisingly!) showed up and asked if anything was wrong. i looked at her, then back down at soulja punk and said “no, nothing’s wrong. but could you do me a favor?”

     “she said ‘no’ and turned around to walk away, unconcerned that an unconscious person was laying in the aisle surrounded by defaced Wally World merchandise…but i pretended like she said ‘yes’ and stayed to listen, so i could make my exit the proper way.”

     “i turned back to the crumpled loser who was starting to rouse from his coma of nut pain and said triumphantly as i stepped over him ‘I need a price check….’ then stopped to push him back to the ground with my foot as i continued ‘…on bitches.' “

     “i wrote the OXM discs off and left through the outdoor gardening area exit feeling like i had just made the world a better place…because i had.“

You adjusted your shades, offering a smirk. 

     “youre welcome.”

        « ✗ » Is strange really a bad thing? Hwoarang barely knew himself anymore. Everything around him was always strange, so he was used to it. 

                  “I guess it ain’t too bad of a thing. Means you’re interesting at least. Better than being boring. Hm, the name’s Hwoarang. I guess you can say we’re... friends. Something like that. Sure.”

Jungo gives an enthusiastic nod at the other’s words, glad to hear what was said. With those words, this stranger really was a good sort, so Jungo thought he could trust the other as best he can. Trust was easily given from him, as long as one was kind enough. 

     “I guess I am strange if you say so, but is that a bad thing? Hnn. Allies are good. Allies are friends. I am Jungo Torii and you are my friend and not my foe, right?”

i know i owe a few starters and replies and i promise i will get to them a soon as i have time, ive been super busy lately and i have no time to sit and concentrate for hwoarang replies 

        « ✗ »  “Don’t ask me, that’s why I’m asking you,” was mumbled quietly before he was soon yanked along the way by hand. Wait, what the fuck? Why is this guy holding your hand? Being the stereotypical tsundere type character, his cheeks flustered a bit out of embarrassment. He’s a grown ass man. Being led some place like a little kid. 

        Well, at least he can distract himself with the sudden teleportation. Because... shit, they just teleported. Not that he hasn’t seen it before, but it was just unexpected from such an ordinary looking guy. “What.... okay, whatever. Yeah, thanks... You know your way around this city?” Maybe he can get some more info out of him.

“District Zeta, District Zeta… Ah, right! That place under Sector 6, isn’t it? I think we can get there quick if we get that path.” He grabs Hwoarang’s hand and starts moving him around the street… Only for them to suddenly be at a park in Sector 6, right in front of the entrance to the underground. Samejima had once again teleported/edited the travel for himself and a friend (why, the fighter is now his friend, him wanting that or not). How convenient!

“See? I knew this way was the right one!” And he didn’t seem the least bit aware of that fact. “Look at that, it’s not even raining anymore! Isn’t that great, man?”

       « ✗ » This guy needed to find some chill, pronto. As far as he knew, he just looked like a tool. “I feel like if you were blind, you’d have a specific kind of shades and not aviators, the king of tool sunglasses. Just saying. And, in this day and age, don’t people have those transition glasses that turn into shades?” 

                Wait, hold up. Did he just insult your goggles? Now shit is real. “For your fucking information, kid, these goggles actually are used for a purpose! You don’t see me walking around with these on my actual face! What the fuck is wrong with you, anyway? Chill.”

You would turn to face the one who tapped your shoulder only to be insulted so much by such WORDS. Holy fucking shit kicking a bucket down the hill of all fuckery, this was NOT what you would tolerate at all. 

      “okay listen.”

      “what if i had a defect where light sources of any type would damage my eyes what then huh?

      “what if im blind and have no better else to do huh?

      “what if i just couldnt find my regular prescription glasses and had to wear my shades instead in order to be able to read properly huh?”

      “what if i fucking told you that your goggles were shit and belonged in the bottom of an incinerator? huh? huh? what are you going to do?”

      “dont fucking call me that and dont you ever ask a strider about their shades without knowing that you will get retribution rained on your sorry ass.”

      “there are some things that have to stay a fucking mystery you know and this just happens to be one of them.”

There you go. You sure told him.  

        « ✗ » Excuse me, his feet are top notch. People would probably pay for these feet. Or maybe his entire leg was more in interest. You kind of need those to kick. Either way, his feet were great! Does this kid think he’s some hot shot? He’s like 5 feet tall, and looks about ten. He wasn’t too worried about this child.

                “Oh? Whatchya gonna do about it, brat?” Hwoarang will kick. his. ass.

      ⋘✖⋙ He hopes he never has to see his feet. They probably stink like his personality. Quarter had been shoved into his pocket after one final flip and Kuzuryuu kept on walking. He was really only messing with this guy, not purposefully trying to steal his quarter. He needed a little excitement every now and then. Nothing personal.

      He did not however, appreciate being manhandled. He was not intimidated nor amused.

      “I suggest you let go, asshole,” Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu has no time for games. 

       « ✗ » ... Did he not know if his hat was a beanie or not? Didn’t he buy it? Jeez, this city is filled with weirdos. He thought back home was weird. This is a new level. Maybe not as intense as back home, either. Most people were out for blood there, so in a way, he can kind of relate.

                     “Huh. You’re strange. I mean, you can do what ya’ want. I’m not the boss of you. Still a little weird. I guess some allies in this shit hole ain’t too bad.”

     “Is it? Is it a beanie? If you say so…I guess it is.” Mild confusion was in his gaze as Jungo eyed the other, canting his head slightly to one side. Why wouldn’t he consider this male a friend. After all this time in Japan during the days he had endured, anyone who did not outright attack him…was a friend. 

     “You didn’t try to kill me. That makes you a friend, friend. Is that wrong?”

         « ✗ » “Do you people have cars at least or are you just like completely out of the times? Fighting monsters while on a motorcycle don’t sound too hard. Ha, I bet I can do that. -- Okay, but about this motorcycle, we need to find some way to get it running.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’d be hard to fight monsters on top of a motorcycle, so… If it was easy, though, I’d probably be out of a job altogether, so I guess that’s a plus in that regard?”

        « ✗ » When you’re walking down the street, just patrolling the area for anything good, it’s hard to ignore the, first of all, grey man with a phone in his mouth. There was so many questions right off the bat. Why was this man grey? Was this some sort of cosplay thing? That’s what that’s called, right? But, more importantly, why is the phone in his mouth. 

         Taking a few steps backward, the fighter pointed a thumb towards the phone, “Uh, I’m not sure what you’re trying to achieve there, but I wouldn’t put a phone in my mouth. Those things are expensive.”

You’re currently sitting down on a nearby bench inspecting the strange item in your hands. By the looks of it, it seems to be one of those human candy bars wrapped up in an interesting choice of foil. Is it… Can you even–… 

You decide to find out for yourself. 

Curiously you bite the phone once, twice, three times; confusion and disappointment clear upon your face when no chocolately nor gooey caramel fill your senses. Though you seen realize that there had been some passersbyers who looked more than disturbed. 

You slowly take the device out of your mouth, wiping the drool off with the sleeve of your cloak and look away with slight embarrassment. That could have gone a lot better.

i know i owe a few starters and replies and i promise i will get to them a soon as i have time, ive been super busy lately and i have no time to sit and concentrate for hwoarang replies 

Im gonna sin and send the 'i want the k' meme

9. Jawline Kiss (I swear I did this with someone already)

Alvin wasn’t quite sure how he got here with Hwoarang, or how this spawned from them trying to steal a bike. And yet, here they were, back in his apartment - he’d recently had two roommates leave for reasons unknown, so only one was left, thankfully - playing around as only two completely straight men would. Completely. Straight.

Even with Alvin trying to give Hwoarang a hickey, naturally.

“Man, how’d we go from bikes to bites this quick? Don’t tell me this was your plan all along…!”