Description: En route to meet with one Aoi Himezaki, Mister Jones is intercepted by a familiar figure. A woman from his past, one he had always seen as just another raver at the clubs, reveals herself to have been an assassin all along. Goaded by her mockery of the ways of Justice, Mister Jones is sucked into a fight he cannot win and is left bloodied and doubtful of Sonia's involvement with the kidnappings of Sunshine City. Just what kinds of obstacles lay ahead for Zaki if her enemies employ such alluring attack dogs? May the Funk be with us all.
Sunshine City: 11:00 PM
Mister Jones' crib.
Will you heed the call of Justice?? This had been the words of one MayLee when she attempted to recruit Johnny for her team. The fight had been eventful, but the real reason why such a phrase echoes now in the funky mind of the Groove Master is because it is invigorating. It focuses his mind for the task he has at hand, if there had ever been a doubt in his mind that joining forces with Zaki was a bad idea, such things were immediately dispelled when he saw the DVD she handed to him where his eyes witnessed the terrifying, bone chilling scenes of a pair of school girls being tortured.
Say whatever you want about Jones hanging out with obviously sketchy individuals even if he claims he's a super hero, or the way he brutalizes people in fights despite him calling himself a good guy. Though many might call him a hypocrite that is only in it for the glory, one thing remains true.
Torture is not Groovy.
Not Groovy at all!!!
As the breathing, living example of all things Funky, it is Jones' SWORN DUTY to put a stop to such deviousness. Zaki had called him idiotic for risking it all to save a bunch of girls he didn't know, but honestly, those girls could be anyone, they could have been some of his fans, or his cousins, or sweet little Alice, or even.....Elena....
No, Zaki was wrong, he did know these girls, as a working class hero all wanderers of the earth are inherently his family, to turn a blind eye to the plights of the innocent now would go against all that he stands for.
And thus, Mister Jones prepares to begin his exodus against the forces of evil once again!
Nunchucks: Check!
Ass kicking Nikies: Check!
Shades: Check!
Afro Pick: Check!
Disco Ball: ...hmm..that's gonna have to stay here unfortunately.
With all systems engaged, Johnny Jones exits his home and proceeds to head in the direction where he was told to meet up with the Sukeban and her allies. Normally he'd take the Funk mobile to head over there as fast as he could, but the place is actually a short distance away and it strikes him as a good idea to just hoof it there. Besides, he doesn't want to bring too much attention to what he's doing...
He'd hate to be followed..
Out here, in Outer Sunshine... especially this time of night... was definitely not the place to be for 'heroes' of Justice normally. These filthy, aged and run-down, meanstreets were practically overflowing with scum of all kinds. Though most of these punks were probably far too inept for a man like Jones on their own, they rarely came alone. Pretty much the only way to make it through the main streets without trouble would be to have connections, a lot of money to pay people off, or a mean possey. Being Mike Haggar and crew wouldn't hurt either...
Tonight, though, these meanstreets... at least the part Jones finds himself moving through... were suspiciously barren. No screaming and yelling, no police sirens wailing in the background as the police make their way to a crimescene... just a chill breeze and the deafening echo of silence throughout... the pale moonlight of a quarter men providing a great deal of light to the otherwise abysmal area - taking up the slack for the myriad busted or malfunctioning overhead lights.
One person, however... or more accurately one woman... clad from head-to-toe in almost illegally revealing attire... stands just down the road fom Jones... leaning against a brick wall spray-painted with the ever so lovely phrase "Fuck Sunshine." in bright neon green with the words "Call Stacy for a good time" scrawled in what looks like white chalk right behind the violet-haired dame's head. She's apparently waiting for someone... or something, but who or what...?
Oh, if /only/ these streets where anything like Metro City. That way Mista' Jay wouldn't feel so out of place. Truth of the matter is that while this hood is indeed deplorable it pales in comparison to the kinna stuff you'd find in the States, Jones' homeland. Over here in the far east everything is prettier, heck, even the gang members! Johnny Jones would be lying if he said that he was surprised when he got mugged by a bunch of comely young school girls packing shivs at the Karaoke, only in Japan he thought, and for a man that was raised in the tough streets, waltzing about in this bit of twilight zone style city is quite unnerving.
Case in point, the..ermm..ladies of the night..don't look the part. These gals over here are drop dead gorgeous and would likely make far more competent super models than low class hookers. One look at any of them and it's enough for any man to be swept into their demure, greedy claws.
Fortunately, Mister Jones isn't /any man/, he's Mister Freaking Jones and he is impervious to their feminine wiles. His resolve is the real deal and as he continues traversing the mean streets of Outer Sunshine en route towards Zaki's hide out. He passes right next to the scantly clad, tanned, purpled haired vixen in red and...
He walks on right by.
Is Mister Jones' Groove so powerful that it's able to withstand the allure of such a woman??
Or maybe he's just in a hurry, either way, he's not stopping.
As the Funky martial artist with the recognizable yellow jumpsuit passes right by her in his determined march toward his anticipated rendezvous point, the leggy russian woman leaning silently against the wall moves lazily to her feet... violet eyes turning to stare pointed at the back of the taller man's skull.
Reaching toward a slender, platinum, earring bearing an emerald danging from her raight earlobe... toying with it gently with a well-manicured finger. "...What has you in such a hurry that you would pass by an old friend... Jones?"
He may or may not remember her, they'd met a couple of times out in the hustle and bustle of Inner Sunshine nightlife. He may or may not have attempted to hit on her a few times. And she /may/ have been disgusted. But she'd never shown it. Even if he didn't remember her at all, she certainly knew him. Qute a bit about him, actually. She also knew why he was here, making her question quite redundant... but she had to get his attention somehow...
If, in fact, Jones does give her the time of day... she'll likely give him an ear-to-ear smile of pearly white perfection... taking several measured steps towards his person before stopping in place again. From this distance, one could definitely catch the faintest hint of perfume... not overwhelmingly sweet like that of most girls... but much more deep, and natural... sandlewood and something else.. "I take it you aren't making your way to a better party..."
Well, you gotta give Jones at /least/ a little bit of credit. Although he might have initially confused the scantly clad lady in red for a woman of less scruples, once the smooth silky voice of the Russian vixen reaches his ears, Johnny recognizes almost immediately as he does in fact never forgets a dance partner. Sonia is an odd case, because the circumstances in which she and Jones know each other are perfectly normal. In a world where the Ex-Movie Star forges his acquaintances in the battle field, or while fighting in the ring, running into a woman that he knows as a fellow clubber is kind of unnerving.
Since he's on his 'Hero Mode', Jones is a little slow on the uptake to turn around and revert to his smooth cat personality. More than likely the Jones that Sonia knows ain't a fighter, she probably only knows of him as that guy that showed up at every party, yes he tried to hit on her (what man wouldn't?) and yes he was always turned down, he's the goof, the hipster, the air head, the guy that bought everyone a drink and was always trying to show off his moves.
This is the image that Jones thinks Sonia has of him.
And he's going to try and keep it that guy.
Super Hero Jones is only an image of him he brings out when the time calls it.
"Hey sweet thang!?" Jones does indeed return the smile and pops the collar of his shirt making look that more hip. "If it ain't my baby girl Sonia, how ya doin' babe? I haven't seen ya in a while." The Funky Fighter smoothly spins on his heel to face the devastatingly gorgeous woman with practiced ease, a motion required when you're a man so funky that your attention is required everywhere. "Shoo, you know me sweetheart, I know where all the good parties are." Yeah, he's just going to pretend he's going to a party...a really really private party, as Sonia might get the hint by him not inviting her. In fact, he's acting a bit distant, normally Jones would use this opportunity to get all up close with the woman and at least sneak in a hug. Tonight, he looks fidgety, like he's in a hurry and eager to hit the road again.
Which is why he tries to make some casual talk to not appear too suspicious. "How about you babe? Waiting for a date?"
It was an easy mistake to make with this woman, writing her off as high-earning hooker... given her obvious lack of modesty and willingness to go damn near unclothed at all times. She knew people might perceive her this way at first glance, and that's exactly what she wanted. It served three wonderous purposes: 1. Getting attention, 2. Pissing off other women, and 3. Getting her close enough to the men she needed to kill. They were, with but few exceptions, always men. Men were the power-brokers of the world... or at least they thought so. Pay no mind to the women standing behind them who seem to always have them by the balls.
But tonight, Sonia was here only for this first purpose, not here to kill this man. He didn't rate the effort yet, and Johann wasn't paying her enough for it.
As Jones turns on that 'charm' the well-tanned russian vixen clad in scarlet leather's inviting smile deepens. She'd let the 'Sweet Thang' bit roll off her like rainwater just as she'd done everytime he'd said it... had she not an image to maintain she might have slapped him. But tonight, "...I am well." She proceeds to sashay around Jones at a slow pace, finger still toying with the expensive earring as she eyes the man. She's definitely picking up on the fidgety vibe, and she knows the reasons, which is precisely why she cuts to the point... "This side of town is a bit... out of place for a party isn't it? It's quite dangerous here you know... you could get hurt." She's well aware that she, too, looks a bit suspicious waltzing around here at this time of night by herself. But it was all so suspicious, wasn't it? Ordinarily this place were crawling with thugs but tonight... it's as if they've been spooked by a ghost. Unlike Jones, however, she is making no efforts to her the suspiciousness of her presence here though. "You might say I have a date, yes..."
So Sonia gets that all the time...good! Then that doesn't mean Jones was being patronizing, he might be old school but that doesn't mean he's conservative, he wouldn't be doing what he's doing now if he was. No harm no foul, Jones adjusts his shades (which he wears for some reason even if it's night time) to get a better look at the oh so easy on the eyes Romanenko, sadly, even for a man so funky he can't help but follow basic manly instincts and enjoy the view. Can't blame a guy for window shopping can't ya?
Even if he's unable to resist sneaking at least one glance, once he eyeballs Sonia from head to toe, he gets his 'fix' for the night and is ready to resume his journey. As soon as he shakes off Sonia anyway, the woman looked like a tough broad and she had certainly shown she could handle herself in parties, many a time Jones would try to intervene in fights to impress her only to find that she wasn't a delicate flower by the way she roughed up people.
At her concern of him getting hurt though he does have to raise an eyebrow. Of course, Sonia probably doesn't even know he fights! Which is quite fine for the Groove Master, he's going to keep pretending he's that idiot at the party until Sonia gets fed up with him and lets him go. "Oh yeah, I know suga', that's why I'm high tailing it outta here real quick. The party I'm talkin' about is on the others side of town, I'm just running to meet with my limo."
Yep, that's the high rolling Jones everyone knows at the parties. Hopefully it's also the Jones that Sonia knows too. But hey, he has no incentive to think that the hot babe he has danced with in parties is actually some kinna hardcore Russian assassin.
Now that's just crazy talk. That kinda stuff only happens in movies!
Johnny looks at his watch. "And oh, looks like I'm runnin' late! I sure hope your hot date gets here soon sweetheart, but I gotta jet." The Groove Master begins to moonwalk away from Sonia, ready to turn around and make a run for it provided Sonia lets him. "Hey, but don't be a freaking stranger now okay? You got my digits, gimme a call later so we can hit the clubs girl!"
Despite the shades, the smaller Russian woman knows well where his eyes are... and despite having basically zero attaraction to the african american man... she relished the reminder that she still had it. She always did. Jones might know something about that from the way the girl dances: up close and personal. Always. If hands weren't on her somewhere and she weren't within kissing distance of her dance partners at almost all times, it wasn't a party.
Sonia Romanenko is a physical woman indeed, and she looked the part... right down to that tight, well-scupted, curvaceous body replete with lean muscle. Ninety-percent of the fat on this woman, despite her frequent exercise habits, was weighing down her sternum and filling that scarlet halter top to bursting.
As Jones offers her an excuse for his reasons being here, lame ones at that... given he was clearly walking /toward/ Outer Sunshine and not away from it with that determined air just moments earlier ... Sonia's feigned smile falters a bit. For the breadth of a few moments, she does not reply to the retreating funk master as he moonwalks away from her. He was not staying for as long as she had intended, he was clearly driven to get to Zaki and if she allowed him to just waltz away like this she'd be failing her job. But she'd be taking risks too...
Whether Jones realizes it or not, he'd already failed the idiot test. Now all that was left for her was to be a bit more direct. She opts to drop her act a bit, "If you continue on your current path, Jones, you won't be seeing too many more parties I assure you." Her demeanor seems to change from candied sweet to deathly seriousness in a heartbeat. "That girl... is trouble. Consider it valuable advice from a friend, if you value your life." Though she's turned stone cold serious all of the sudden, nothing about her would scream threat just yet... more than the fact that she's clearly privvy to more than Jones wants her to be.
Hah! Joke's on you Sonia, Mister Jones failed the idiot exam on purpose!!
..What? No, honestly, he did!
Okay, so he might actually act like this normally, who cares? The thing is that Johnny ain't the fool he makes himself out to be, Sonia might have him pegged for the guy the easy going guy with the lame pick up lanes and the goofy personality, but in truth he's not at all like that.
It's a thing she might suddenly realize when she displays her true colors. All it took was for her to mention that name, drop that sweet act for just one measly moment and...it's like flipping a switch.
One moment Jones is grinning, moonwalking away like a goof and..
*Click!*
Then next his grin disappears completely, ever present shades somehow making his usual relaxed features look grave, even stoic and intimidating, which is remarkably hard to pull considering his hair style and what he's wearing.
It's evident that Mister Jones has completely changed his mind set at this moment, a thing that would clearly not go unnoticed by the sharp Russian woman. Gone is the fun loving Jonesy to instead be replaced by the no nonsense gangbuster, the surprisingly brutal fighter who will do anything to see that justice is served.
Sonia may not think much of this matter, but flashes of the girls being tortured pass through Jones' mind and this immediately has an effect on him. If Sonia has /anything/ to do with that, even by mere association..
Then she's not as Groovy as he thought her to be.
"You workin' for Abobo, woman?"
Quite likely the first time that Sonia hears severity in Jonesy' voice.
Like flipping a switch indeed. Sonia's eyes narrow a bit as Jones suddenly dropped his act and put on a much more dangerous face. T'would seem both parties knew how to play the acting game. Not that that this should come as any surprise to someone who knew Jones well maybe... but most of what Sonia knew up to this point was almost entirely superficial... gleaned over alchoholic beverages and filtered through the rainbow of hot overhead lights accompanied by a background of funky music. It was tainted by laughter, bad jokes, and sexually suggestive language. It was also never in a situation like this. Until now, he hadn't really warranted that sort of investigation. This was an interesting turn of events...
The very suggestion that Sonia worked for Abobo made her lips curl a bit. It's subtle, but there's disgust there. Who would work for that monstrous ape besides those two twats he always had clutching at his sides? Betwen the three of them, they probably had the collective gray matter of a stone. Compared to Johann... and Sonia... anyway.
Despite her disgust, she neither denies or confirms her affiliation with him. She wouldn't dare ruin the little game Johann had going. Instead, she takes a few measured steps toward the intimidatingly tall man in the yellow jumpsuit and... promptly takes a fighting stance... a bit of grin crossing delicate features... "If you want your answers, you'll have take them from me." Of course, she had no intention of telling Jones anthing. In the off-chance he did best her here... she had plans to make her escape. All she needed from this man right now was info. Info she could better obtain by being on the receiving end of that quiet fury he's currently aiming her way.
Of course Mister Jones is good at pretending something he's not. He's an actor! Sonia may have studied her target thoroughly, learned all that there is to be learned from Jones from the way he carried himself in parties. But as she is about to find out, he's not the man he pretends to be at the Disco. He talks the talk, walks the walk and dances the dances like a champ, on the odd days where Sonia swallowed her disgust for the man and actually accepted his invitations to dance, she would find reciprocating her up close and personal style. That swaggering ego, that arrogant charm of always playing cool, that highclass playboy attitude.
It all belied the martial artist hidden beneath.
It's clear to Jones by the way that Sonia approaches him that she has never seen any of his fights in the League.
Though then again, this incident is a very double edged sword. Mister Jones now has no idea who the woman truly is. He always thought she was just another flirtatious clubber, albeit a tough one. Now, he has discovered that there is something darker within this woman, she knows of his dealings with Zaki somehow and if she's challenging him to a street scrap, then he's going to hazard a guess and say she's either a bounty hunter or a hired killer.
Sheesh, you think you know a person!
Although for all he knows, maybe this is a doppleganger having taken the shape of his good friend Sonia!
Deranged Martian abduction theories aside, common sense tells Jones that he should decline this dance and make a run for it. He'll twist and turn on some hidden alley, call Zaki that he's running late and attempt to lose Sonia in the busy city should she try to pursue.
However..his Funky sense gives a far different opinion. Those images of the screaming, tearful girls have not yet left his mind, and Mister Jones' cold fury slowly starts to grow hotter, turning into a nasty dangerous scowl that shows his teeth. It takes a lot to get a man this funky angry, so there's clearly more here at stake that Sonia probably knows.
He makes a movement with his arm, as if to strike Sonia, except he's actually pulling the sleeve of his jumpsuit to stare at his watch. 11:30 PM it says, he has an hour and a half to tangle free of this mess and then head on over to the meeting point, a seemingly smart movement really, it would ensure that Sonia doesn't track him, but if he messes up...if she incapacitates him.
Then he's screwed.
He shakes his head. Remember what the Funky Groove teaches you. No hesitation, no doubt, justice /will/ be served, and the crimes against the innocent....punished.
"Hrrrggggg...." A low grumbling almost savage growl is heard from Jonesy and he switches to his Jeet Kune Do stance, his limbs flicking with such speed that it sounds like a whip cracking "OooOooOOOooo!!!"
He's either really pissed off or gathering chi. Don't be surprised if his Afro suddenly starts glowing gold by the way he's acting.
COMBATSYS: MrJones has started a fight here.
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MrJones 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Sonia has joined the fight here.
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Sonia 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
Sonia had definitely not paid too much attention to League fights. No. Though common sense would dictate she could gather information on fighters this way, it was an utter waste of precious time for her. She had lists and lists of people to watch, people to kill, plans to plot... and the little bit of spare time the ever busy russian woman got she liked to take to indulge in her... personal pleasures. If she did want that kind of info on a fighter, there were ways to do it. Jones is on the receiving end of one such method, and he most likely doesn't even realize it.
No, she wouldn't incapacitate him today. She had no need for that, and Johann had given her no such orders. Jones was merely a fabric in a much more important weave right now, and Sonia aimed to pluck it. It's probably a good thing Jones opted not to cut down any nearby alleys as well, as if he picked the wrong one he could be beset by some rather nasty traps Sonia had made certain to set in the area for her escape. Of course, had he done that... Johann might not have had to worry about Jones assisting Zaki any longer.
%As Jones shifts into a fighting stance, complete with feral growls, Sonia's violet eyes light a bit with amusement. Gathering chi or no, Sonia wastes absolutely no time after the man has prepared himself to dart right into his territory and aim a quick, simply, kick toward the taller man's midsection. It's not a hard hit by any means, more like a prodding strike used to test Jones's reaction time. But given those heels she's wearing, it could definitely knock the breath out of someone if they allowed it connect.
COMBATSYS: MrJones fails to interrupt Light Kick from Sonia with Slide Double.
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Sonia 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
Rage has this nasty habit of clouding a man's vision. With the images of those girls still flashing visibly on his shaded eyes, Mister Jones is starting to lose his cool and scowl a lot more than he usually, or /ever/ does for that matter. Normally he's all cool and collected, the Funk is always strong in this one after all, he'll look for an opening, dance around his opponent swiftly and gracefully and strike where they least expected. It's something that Sonia would have noticed had she watched his fights. Which in the end it might prove beneficial for her since she would otherwise not know that this ain't like Jones do normally.
All Jones can see now is evil, and in his never ending quest to stand against such loathsome force, he momentarily forget his martial skill and runs straight into that incoming leg!
"Ooof!!" Kicked right in the gut, Johnny Jones is pushed back a couple of feet holding his abdomen, upper body bent low with raised eyebrows as the pain surging through his body tells him he should calm down and fight smart. At this moment, he has likely failed Sonia's fighting prowess exam too, but hey, what he doesn't know won't hurt him! At least not as much as that kick anyway.
"Oh, so you fo' real huh?" Clearly Jonesy was just testing her! Yeah, that was it, mhm..
Disappointment. That's what Sonia felt when her dainty, painted, feet complete with three inch heels collided witsh Jones's midsection... causing him to fly back a few feet clutching his gut. Was she wasting her time here? Fighting a man who is of no significant threat? Or was it fluke? Perhaps... a ploy. She was willing to give the Jones the benefit of the doubt, after all he'd proven himself to be a competent actor in her eyes...
"Is that all...?" Placing that daint foot back on that ground, she places a hand on her right hip and says... "I hope you can do better than that. Otherwise, you really might die." There it is again, the allusion to the deadly circumstances he's getting himself into. There's a bit of disappointment evident in her voice, despite this. Perhaps she'd been hoping for some amusement from him. "Well, come on then..." She gives a bit of a 'come hither' motion with her left hand... "I don't have all evening."
COMBATSYS: Sonia takes no action.
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Sonia 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
Oh that's definitely not something you wanna do in a scrap.
Granted Mister Jones is all about the flair, about putting a good show. He is a man made for entertainment and his natural response to someone taunting him is to let it slide off and taunting them right back. This ain't no sanctioned match though, this is a bonna fide getting mugged in the street, beautiful woman or not, Johnny Jones has learned that it can be a big tough bruiser, a dainty man with claws or even a little girl behind the trigger. But if it's out there in the concrete jungle, is do or die.
"Heh, well alright babe, you wanna see me like I do in my movies?" Though he grins, Mister Jones' resolve steels within him, this ain't no time to show off, this is to save lives in peril. The rush of death or life situation surges within him much as it did when he fought in the war against Shadaloo, but even then when he was narrowly dodging bullets did it not let it get through him.
He'll keep his funk, and show Sonia the error of her ways.
Plus if he doesn't get in time to the warehouse Zaki is gonna freaking kill him!
Jonsey slides forward with a fluid movement to immediately enter Sonia's circle of defense, once he is within striking range his right arm flicks forward to whack her right in her pretty face with a backhand aimed to the cheekbone! "WOOATAA!!"
COMBATSYS: Sonia dodges MrJones' Gaudy Punch.
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Sonia 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
*SMACK* That strong backhand, aimed at her pretty cheekbones, is caught firmly in the grip of an unnaturally strong hand. For a woman anyway. Though she'd caught it, her right arm trembles against the strength of Jones's own. While she has him as captive audience, however, momentarily... she stares coldly at the man behind the shades infront of her. "It will take more than animal noises and girly slaps to hurt me..."
Having uttered that cutting remark, Sonia adds insults to injury by releasing the striking hand and ducking underneath... letting the fist pass right over her head. But she's not done yet... for as soon as she drops below that hand she immediately takes advantage of having Jones within her territory... and turn on her right leg, lifting the left... and aiming yet another much harder kick for the taller man's midsection. Though dumb it may seem, trying the same attack twice and simply alternating legs, she's actually intending to continue to pound Jones there as long as she can. The more times a single place is struck, the more it hurts... an effective method of crippling foes quickly and ending fights before they get dangerous almost every fighter should be familiar with.
COMBATSYS: MrJones dodges Sonia's Heavy Kick.
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Sonia 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
Hm! The backhand is caught and..hey Mister Jones never noticed how soft Sonia's hands were. He definitely wouldn't have taken her for a fighter had she not shown such remarkable skill just now. Truly, you think you know a person and they turn out to be some kind of crazed Assassin that's working for people that like beating up school girls...what's this world coming to!?
"Hey, don't be hatin'!" Jones is calming down from his initial blinding rage, the Funk returning to his soul enough that Sonia's attempts at taunting him are ignored. He has endured far more sharp tongued barbs by movie critics and this has left him numb to any attempt at criticizing his fighting style. In the end, this is how Johnny made himself to be, to fight exactly as those funky cats do in the movies and it has worked so far.
Because he actually doesn't fight like in the movies at all... when presented with a kick from below like the one Sonia throws at him just now, a movie hero would do a fancy somersault and evade the kick all together then do a taunt to let his opponent get back up. Jones does indeed jump up to avoid the initial kick, but he is inevitably a man that was raised in the rough streets and he knows that when an opponent drops down on their back it gives him a chance to...
Get right on top of them.
"ATATATATATATATATA!!!" Comes the loud repetitive kyays from Johnny Jones as he falls upon Sonia to deliver a devastating flurry of stomps right on her face!
COMBATSYS: Sonia dodges MrJones' Bicycle Kick.
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Sonia 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 MrJones
As the kick she'd leveled at the funk master's midsection misses, Jones deftly leaping into the air as her heeled foot sails underneath, Sonia smirks a bit. She hadn't counted on that working a second time, but if it had have she most definitely would have turned and left... allowing Jones to go to Zaki with no concern. She'd have been certain then he didn't have the skills, and was getting way over his head. But that was then, this is now... and Jones is falling toward her. She had only a moment to react before those furious feet would make contact. Martial arts or no, dancing was crazy workout and even if she doubted Jones martial prowess... she didn't doubt the strength of those legs. And she wasn't about to take even one to the face.
Dropping to the cold concrete ground, Sonia rolls rightward... her head moving out of the way just a hair of a second before thoe kicks made contact.
Taking advantage of her positioning, Sonia proceeds to roll around to position her legs behind Jones feet and sweep them out from under him with a hard kick to the back of his legs. That's not quite the end of it though, for if the trip succeeds she's going to spring up off the ground onto her feet and try to plant a hard knee into the back of the falling Jones. Whatever the outcome, she'll then follow it right up with another taunt: "Isn't this ffun?"
COMBATSYS: Sonia successfully hits MrJones with Combo Attack.
- Power hit! -
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Sonia 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 MrJones
Johnny Jones' stomps only hit concrete and the realization that Sonia is right behind him hits Jones a bit too late. "Ack!" Swept from behind his legs, the Groove Master as he calls himself, flails about trying to regain his balance only to land painfully, spine first, right on a particularly sharp knee. Grunting and sprinting back into an upright position, Johnny actually stumbles forward and falls flat on his face, hand reaching behind him to touch the spot where he was struck.
His eyes are wide with disbelief, even if they are covered by those ever present shades. How could he be messing up this bad? Where is his Funk!? Has it decided to leave him this day of all days?? Or maybe it's something about fighting evil women in the streets that really messes up his Groove. This is feeling a whole lot like his second fight against Eiserne, clearly trying to persuade evil ladies to see the error of their ways is not his thing seeing as he seems to fail spectacularly whenever he tries to do it.
"Oh yeah..." Grunts Johnny as he staggers back to his feet, spinning around on his heel to face Sonia again and weakly reset his Jeet Kune Do stance suddenly looking doubtful of what he's doing. "I always love dancing with a pretty gal..." He says sarcastically.
Funny, Eiserne taunted him the exact same way too. Maybe it's a curse?
COMBATSYS: MrJones gains composure.
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Sonia 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 MrJones
A grin spreads across Sonia's face like wildfire as Jones not only takes the trip, but takes the fall as well, flailing his way right down into her second strike. She was certain she'd heard some delightful snapping sounds as the groove master's spine was draped across her knee.
As Johnny hits the ground, face first, a few feet away from her... she doesn't immediately take advantage. Not physically anyway. "I told you... you will die if you continue on your current path." She sighs, audibly, crossing her arms and turning her gaze away from the fighter toward the moon overhead. A dangerous thing to do, if one weren't entirely confident in their ability to win. Clearly... she is. "There are better things in this life than foolhardy idealism." She really couldn't understand these insects... crawling out of their holes only to be stepped on. Stupidity is what it is. One cannot fight a force as mighty as 'evil', he a fairly convinced of that. The one time he'd tried... she, too, had almost lost her life.
Turning that violet gaze back in Jones direction as she hears him clamber up off of the ground... taking a defiant stance again... her eyes narrow dangerously. ... Morons. "Well, if you really enjoy this dance so much... I suppose I shouldn't disappoint you." Darting quickly into the taller man's striking range once more, fully intent upon starting this renewed dance off right, Sonia raises a her right leg and swings it at Jones's midection... feinting and channeling chi into her right leg for the second /real/ strike... he place her right back don on the hard concrete ground and swings her left - covered in electrified chi - straight up toward Jones's chin.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Sonia's Serpent Fang.
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Sonia 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 MrJones
"Don't give me none of your lip, woman!"
Johnny is not exactly a bright eyed idealist, he's just funky cat, a 'good man', a person that is just inclined to always choose the option of truth and justice no matter what. Just as Sonia cannot understand why Jones and his ilk do the things they do, so does Jonesy cannot understand a person that is only in this world to look out after themselves. It is not logical for him, his funky mind cannot wrap itself around the concept of living selfishly for evil's sake.. it just doesn't make any sense!
"I much rather die than live as a douchebag!!"
Such is Jonesy's reasoning, if you ain't following the teaches of the Funk, they you ain't got no reason to live. Ultimately all his ideals boil down to simply 'Don't be a Douche'
Jonesy snaps back to his senses when he sees a kick coming for his gut, his head move from side to side feeling that there's no power behind such strike and doesn't fall for the feint. Instead he goes for the side block to stop the incoming kick aimed for his head with his forearm and push it out of the way to get up close and personal with Sonia once again, just the way he likes to dance. Once he moves in, the so called Groove Master flicks a punch towards Sonia's face attempting to keep her attention up high so she doesn't see the roundhouse kick coming down below to her thigh right for her peroneal nerve! "WATAAA!!"
COMBATSYS: Sonia blocks MrJones' Aggressive Strike.
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Sonia 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 MrJones
As Jones catches her second kick, Sonia's eyes go wide momentarily... surprised by the energy he's suddenly acquired from his convictions. Damn. She hated it when they did that. As her leg is shoved to the side, she promptly brings it back around and plants it firmly on the ground underneath. She then shifts to a much more defensive stance, drawing her body inwards in anticipation of retalliation.
As the punch sails inward toward her face, it is quickly deflected with her left arm - the arm immediately returns to its defensive position ass soon as the first strike has been dealt with. The second strike to below her thighs? She raises the target leg and tightens it, taking the kick firmly but definitely not in the way Johnny was expecting. She winces a bit, at the kicking force he had. He definitely had strong legs... "You sound like an ape during rutting season..." She knew about kiais and all, of course, shouts meant to to help channel chi for strikes. But this ear-piercing noise... she just couldn't take it seriously. In fact, she really wanted him to stop doing that... a thing she'd soon make evident by raises her right leg - the same leg Johnny struck moments earlier - even higher and attempting a good solid kick straight for his jaw.
COMBATSYS: Sonia successfully hits MrJones with Elegant Axe.
- Power hit! -
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Sonia 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 MrJones
Oh well, at least Sonia didn't call him a monkey. Then he /might/ have feel offended.
But probably not.
The thing is that Jones couldn't care less what people thought about the way he acts. Sure, he is a sucker for praising and loves getting good reviews in his movies, though in the end he lives life as he thinks it should be lived. He learned all he knows through movies, fighting or otherwise, and though he knows that life isn't as it is portrayed in the big screen..
It should be.
Jones shuts his mouth well enough yes, but only clench his teeth hard when that incoming kick socks him right in the mouth so as to avoid getting his jaw dislocated. His lips are busted now but the Funky Fighter is still relentlessly attacking, even if the Groove doesn't seem to be with him tonight he still has his promise to all those that are counting on him to get him through. He meant every word that he said just a moment ago, he would much rather die than live life as Sonia does.
And when you are not afraid to die.
Then there's nothing holding you back anymore.
Jones dives in again, keeping the deadly dance of death. Sticking to regular Jeet Kune Do has not been working, so he goes to dirty it up a bit. Johnny raises his left knee making it look like he's about to swing a kick up, only to bring a stomping foot down and step on Sonia's foot to immobilize her, followed a right hook to her liver!
And yes, he's still giving that obnoxiously loud kyai.
"HAAAAII!!!"
COMBATSYS: Sonia blocks MrJones' Arc Fliegan.
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Sonia 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 MrJones
Sonia would ordinarily be getting a bit of satisfaction as her kick connects with the funky man's jaw, but the fact that it doesn't break seemingly anything despite the force she'd put behind it... coupled with the fact that he STILL has the fight in him to retaliate? It kind of iritates her. Martial prowess or no, this man was a tough bastard. Mentally and physically. He clearly would not be deterred.
Sonia falls for the raised knee, attempting to get a hand up and block it before the hit connects. But she gets a nasty surprised when Jones's knee does not fully connect, and instead reverses its momentum and SLAMS down onto her foot painfully. Not only does this serve to root her to the ground, it also causes to cry out a bit in pain. A cry she very quickly shuts down, biting down on it hard, and then moving to block the incoming punch to her kidneys with her left hand. Just short of contact... and once again the strength of Jones's arms is barely stopped by her own.
Taking the opening to try and shove him back away from her person, Sonia scowls at the man in annoyed manner.. "Stop." It's not a request. Should Jones persist beyond this point she might have to kill him. But hopefully, she can appeal to his sense of reasoning instead. She's already gotten pretty much all the 'data' she wants on him by now. "You are well past your meeting, are you not? It wouldn't do to keep that girl waiting." What was this? She was letting him go? "I won't tell you a thing, and I doubt you can take it from me at this time. I have what I came here for."
Having said, the russian woman clad in scarlet turns from the man immediately and darts toward a nearby alleyway. An alleyway she'd rigged for her escape earlier, she might need it now if Jones tried to pursue her. "...I look forward to dancing with you again... Johnny Jones."
Johnny's dance is pure aggression, though he has before claimed that it is the Funk and only the Funk that powers him, the truth of the matter is that he has quite many a source of energy.
He fights on for the safety of others, he fights on in the memory of Quon, he fights on for Zach, he fights on for Rust, he fights on for Elias, he fights on for MayLee, he fights on for Cammy and most importantly of all, he fights on for she who reminded him of his Groove when all he had left was only fighting.
He fights on for Elena.
Bloodied, bruised, battered, outgunned and outskiiled, Mister Jones is not disheartened. He was caught flat footed, unsure of Sonia's abilities to be a proficient assassin and was thus out maneuvered but he does not relent, Johnny stays on in the fight, he holds on by the skin of his teeth if he has to and returns to the fight.
If he is to die this day, then he does with a grin on his face.
He always figured he would go down fighting anyway.
Though the flows of Groove may be in upheaval tonight, it would appear that it is not Johnny's time just yet. The foot stomp connects but the true attack, the kidney shot, is blocked which giving Sonia room to return the attack. Only for her to slip out of the way and back off.
"Wa--!?" Still caught in the flow of his deadly dance, Johnny hesitates on the uptake, still stuck on his Jeet Kune Do stance to truly even attempt to give chase. Before he knows what's going on, Sonia is ducking out into an alley which he wouldn't enter even with good reason. What just happened??
"This...this isn't over!" He calls out, wiping the blood from his lips, a motion that brings his wrist watch close to his attention and notices just exactly what time it is.
"Oh shi.."
12:30 PM
If Sonia didn't kill him right now Zaki is going to freaking murder him if he's late.
Although shaken after his meeting, Jones pulls himself together and sprints into the night in direction of the rendevouz place. He is still unsure if Sonia truly is working for Abobo or not, but if the challenges up ahead are anything like what he just faced right now.
Then he's down right screwed.
Log created on 15:44:15 06/30/2012 by MrJones, and last modified on 09:30:54 07/03/2012.