[Jippy]

username: Dreamlight
name: Emburn
gender: male
prompt: How to put this in words... well let’s just say I don’t start the fights just... I get dragged into them. Believe me when I say this, I could care less about fighting. It’s all pathetic and a complete waste of time. Idiotic if you ask me. I mean please, everyone has way better things to do then just punch others in the face so why don’t you move your sorry butt somewhere else. I don’t need to fight, I just tell them my honest opinion and send them home crying about nothing important. After all the pen is mightier then the sword Most wont even try to start a fight near me anymore. However there are times where I get into ones and believe me, they all left having second thoughts of picking fights with me. C’mon people, I’m not a fighting machine, just let me be alone. Wip!

[cyborgishly]

username: cyborgishly
name:
gender:
prompt:

[LivingLethal]

mark

[kolyakun]

username: Kolyakun
name: Sage
gender: Male
prompt:
Sage often gets into fist fights, for fun; no real reason at all, just to stir things up whether it be in a bar, a back alleyway, anywhere is fine with him. Although he normally wins, today he may have met his match.
Sage throws another punch at his enemy with everything that he had in him. He became sloppy with his punches, frustrated over the fact that every punch he threw was being deflected and beaten. Sage drew raw breaths as he was pinned to the wall. His neck being strangled by the weight of the other's arms against it.
"Face it, you're no real fighter," the enemy whispered, nipping at Sage's ear
Sage's lips drew back in a snarl, bearing his teeth trying his best to show he still had life left in him. He thrashed his body around, in a attempt to free himself. "Let go of me!"
The other said nothing, his grip changed, taking his wrists in one hand and pinning them above Sage's head. Sage continued to struggle but was unable to budge himself free.
"You're exposed like this, if you keep fighting back you're going to get yourself killed."
"I don't want to hear that from you! I don't need your advice!"
"Then beat me, which you can't" The other chuckled and let Sage free.
"Stay outta trouble now," He said as he walked away.
Sage fell to his knees, shaking. He had never felt so defeated before, never in his life.
(word count: 249)

[nyota]

username: nyota
name: cameron
gender: male
prompt:

with all the grace of a spindle legged fawn taking it's first steps, cameron staggered to his feet.

wipwipwip

angery, smol, starts fights for the heck

[Corey Taylor]

username: RaunbowMindedWolf
name: Kaleb
gender: Male
prompt: He usually gets into fights at night, in the park. He likes to chill there and mind his own business, listening to music. Sometimes, with his good eyesight, he sees people doing no good to other people, and so he tries to help. He fights the other people and he never lost a fight, except for one time...

[sun struck]

username:
name:
gender:
prompt:

Love the colors;;v;
Either watching or maybe trying out^^;

[AngelsRuin]

username ; ; AngelsRuin
name ; ; Alastor (God of family feuds and avenger of evil deeds, greek mythology)
gender ; ; Male
prompt ; ; The house was packed, and while it didn't phase the other kalons, the constant feeling of bodies brushing against his cause Alastor to shudder. For a male who despised breathing the same air as others, to subject himself to this event was merely a form of torture. However, it was one he'd willingly face down time and time again if it meant protecting the weaker from others, cayse he knew what it felt like to be considered the 'weaker' one. The easy prey.
'The navy colored Kalon found himself perched on a hilly field, staring out towards the red bricked school. He watched blankly as a younger male darted across the field, his fiery gaze trailing the little figure. If only he had been able to run faster that day, actually no, scratch that. If only he had turned around and confronted his enemy with the cold and distant personality he had acquired to this day.
Alastor knew what was coming, and despite how hard as he wished to, the male couldn't gather the strength to tear his gaze away as the younger version of himself tripped. As much as he urged his eyes to close, his body was no longer his to control and he was forced to watch as the young male scrambled to his feet. However, while he was fast, that mishap cost him precious time and that wasn't something the navy furred kalon could get away with losing. They were upon him before he managed to get to his feet, and the next thing Alastor knew he was slammed into the ground once again. No longer standing and watching from the sidelines.
The pain that ricocheted through his little body was excruciating, and a scream that the male hadn't heard in years had escaped his lips. It took him a few moments to realize that the scream was his. The little boy crumpled, curling in on himself as shocks of pain ran through his little figure. The only thing louder than his screams were the laughter of his assailants.
The torture went on for what felt like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes.Too scared to move as the other four made their exit, laughing and shoving each other as they went. While previous encounters ended up with the young navy colored male getting smacked around a bit, nothing ever matched the extreme of what he had just gone through. Slowly, Alastor managed to get to his feet, stumbling, he began the long and painful walk home. That was the last beating that he had ever received, because he resolved to make them pay for what they had done. He promised to make everyone who preyed on the weak pay, because no one should ever feel the pain that he had been forced to endure.'
The cold male forced his way through the densely packed hallways, finally escaping out the back door where the throngs of people seemed even more abundant then within the building he had escaped from; all of them gathered forming a giant pit in the middle where one male stood off against five others. Alastor pushed through people, flaming eyes watching the Kalon's every move. Each time he tried to shrink away someone new would force him forward again, the thought of the events that were to transpire made the navy colored male's blood boil. He refused to stand and watch this, he knew what was about to happen, and he'd stand up for the petite male, just as he had wished someone would've done for him.
[597/600]

[princess]

username:
⭐ｃｒｙｐｔｉｃ ｋｉｔｔｙ⭐.

name:
Lucinda. (Latin; meaning Illumination.)

gender:
female.

prompt:
Lucinda, despite her hardened and tough appearance, was not the kind of girl to go and start fights unprompted. Even though she did look mean, she was nothing more than a student trying her best to stay out of trouble and keep to herself.

That having been said, Lucinda was not the type of girl to not stick up for herself- or others. Therefore, when someone had started up a rumor that her best friend had been passing out rude notes to everyone in their class, Lucinda was not a happy camper. She looked everywhere, asking anyone who could know something about who started this rumor. She couldn’t find any leads, and so she devised a plan.

Lucinda would wait in the classrooms closet all day Friday, waiting to see who actually set out the rude notes. When she found out who the culprit was, she would confront them- asking them why they would do such a mean thing, and then blame what they did on someone innocent. She figured that the plan was foolproof enough, and so when Friday came around, she found herself hiding in a broom closet.

She waited quietly all day, and it was getting late. She had almost given up hope, but then she heard it. The sound of the classroom door opening and the noise of paws hitting the ground. She smiled to herself, before jumping out of the closet, facing the culprit. It was one of the boys in her class- someone who always liked to stir up trouble and cause drama.

She looked at the boy, and then down to the notes he held. “You’re the one leaving the notes? Why?” She asked, following the plan she had set up for herself. “Why should I tell you? Why do you care?” He spoke to her, a look of confusion on his face.

“Because,” she paused, stepping closer to him, “You’re blaming your stupid notes on my best friend! They didn’t do anything to you- and they got suspended over your dumb notes!” She huffed out frustrated with him, close to lashing out at him. “It’s not like anyone liked them anyway, I did them a favor!” He smirked, seeming proud of himself.

That’s when Lucinda lost it. She pounced on the boy, tackling him down to the ground. “Don’t say those things about my best friend! They are the most understanding and kind person I’ve ever known- you’re just jealous!” She growled out, getting emotional to the point of tears.

The boy tried to throw her off him- but it was no use, she had him by his paws. “I-I’m sorry!” He whimpered, knowing he had made her extremely upset, and not wanting to get hurt. She growled at him, still not letting him move a single inch. “You better be. You hurt my friend badly, I shouldn’t let you get away with this, but I’m not like you.” She said, before loosing her hold on him a bit.

“I’ll let you go if you apologies for all you’ve done to the class, and take credit of the notes you’ve left, and admitting to the rumors you’ve started about my friend.” She told him, finally letting him go. “y-you’ve got a deal! I promise I’ll come clean – I’m sorry!” He asked, scared of what she could do to him. “Get out of my sight, and be sure to take your notes with you.” She muttered, walking out of the classroom, feeling pleased with how she had –at least in her book- won that fight.

(WORD COUNT: 592. I didn't know what counted as minimal coding so I went by what other Kalon artist rules described as minimal coding- spacing, size & color. If wanted, I can totally remove the color and name meaning!)

[.paris.]

.paris.|b l a z e|male

  This wasn’t supposed to happen. Blaze didn’t even want to do this in the first place; his brother had roped him into the job and he let his greed get in the way of his sense—but, when 1 million dollars is at stake, you can’t quite blame him.
  So that’s how they both ended up crouched behind the teller counter at the bank, stuffing money into their jackets with SWAT outside.
   Blaze turned to his brother. “I hate you.”
  “What! How was I supposed to know this would happen?”
  “You told Kacey. Of course she was going to tell the police, her dad’s a cop!”
  His brother faltered, and Blaze took that as an opportunity to keep speaking. “You just thought she liked you so she’d choose love over the law. News flash! The world doesn’t work that way, and now we’re about to get taken down by SWAT. Nice job.”
  His brother stayed quiet, mumbling an apology as Blaze rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t matter now. We’re surrounded. The only way we’re getting out of here is in bags.”
  All of a sudden, it hit him. Calmly, he turned to his brother and said, “I have an idea.”

***

  Outside, the police had the bank surrounded, waiting for the response from the two guys inside. The only reason they weren’t barging in in the first place was that the two guys had a hostage, and they couldn’t be sure they wouldn’t hurt him in the process.
  The officer turned to his partner, clearly agitated. He was always a bit trigger-happy, and these criminals were no exception. “Have we tried to make contact yet?”
  “Yes, twice. They both ignored the phone. No one is sure what they’re doing.”
  “Of course they aren’t.” The officer sighed, but just as he said that, they saw movement through the glass. “There!” he shouted, and the team centered their guns.
  Blaze was standing there, calmly, assuredly, with a smirk on his face. His brother stood beside him, looking more distressed.
  “Blaze…” he whispered.
  “Shut up, it’s going to be fine.”
  Slowly, both boys walked up to the glass window, and opened their arms up. An officer tried to approach the door to arrest the men, but Blaze quickly aimed his gun at him, making it clear the only way they’d leave is death.
  What the officers didn’t know, however, was that the bank kept a supply of bulletproof jackets in the back, designed for their tellers if a robbery every took place. If only they knew.
  Hesitating, the officer said, “I guess we have to shoot them.”
  “Are you sure?”
  “No…I don’t feel good about this.”
  Blaze could see they were faltering,; they had no probable cause. He swiveled his gun (with the safety still on, of course) and aimed it at the hostage. He never intended to hurt him; however, he had to make a stand. His brother followed suit.
  This kickstarted the officers. “Fire!” he shouted, and with that, Blaze and his brother fell backwards.
  Blaze glanced over at his brother and winked. Both were fine, the vests had done their job. Quickly, they played dead as the officers came rushing in.
  The boys were quickly wrapped up in bags to be taken to the morgue, a place with no security, no guards, no nothing. They could easily walk out with their money, buy new identities, and flee across the country before they knew anything was amiss.
  Blaze smirked as he felt them lift him into the car, knowing that in a few hours, he would simply be a dead man walking.