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went  to  see  karate  kid  legends  and  thoroughly  enjoyed  every  second.  what  are  we  thinking?  

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it's  a  sorry  fucking  state  of  affars.      —      released  from  juvenile  detention  to  find  his  baby  brother  mixed  up  in  karate  hell,  the  flames  of  which  he  sent  him  straight  into.  against  his  better  judgement,  and  in  spite  of  their  fractured  past,  shawn  put  trust  in  robby  keane  when  he  sent  kenny  to  him.  he  thought  he  could  help    [...]    should'a  known  better.  believing  people  ain't  ever  ended  good  for  him  before.  now  he's  got  a  kid  at  home  he  barely  recognises  spouting  bullshit  beliefs  of  'no  mercy'  and  high  hopes  crushed  because  the  old  man  he  looked  up  to  turned  out  to  be  a  lie.  this  never  would've  happened  on  his  watch.  that's  what  he  tells  himself  anyway;    an  attempt  to  ease  his  own  guilt  over  being  gone.  if  big  brother  was  watching,  maybe  it  wouldn't  have  gone  this  far.

"i'm  not  outta  shit."      fists  push  into  pockets,  head  tilts  higher.  threatening  glare  is  cast  in  driver's  direction  as  if  to  silently  warn  them  against  stepping  out.  this  is  between  him  and  mr.  ponytail.  fallen  sensei  doesn't  intimidate  him.  shawn  has  known  men  like  terry  silver  his  whole  life.  the  world  is  full  of  'em.  sometimes  they're  out  on  the  streets,  lurking  in  dark  corners.  sometimes  they're  in  big  houses,  protected  by  money.  circumstances  change,  but  the  outcome  never  does.  it's  always  people  like  the  payne  brothers  that  get  caught  in  the  crossfire.  not  this  time.  not  again.  kenny  at  least  still  had  a  shot.  broad  frame  steps  enough  to  stand  between  the  elder  man  and  car  door,  not  quite  matching  in  height,  but  holding  his  own  enough  in  presence.      "you  and  me,  we're  gonna  talk."

@cobraes | SHAWN  [ ᶳ : #37 - LIGHT THE CITY UP ]

ㅤㅤWell well well, someone looks pissed - even the large pair of sunglasses  shielding the man’s eyes from the sunlight  covering the embedded bruises about Silver’s visage doesn’t detract from an overt look of aggression from the elder Payne sibling, the former sensei looking him over with a curious raise of a brow  (  motion stunted due to a sharp ache about his temples  ).  While he admired Kenny’s dedication and ability to pick up their teachings so readily with such innate speed, the boy was still of a much smaller stature when compared with some of the other kids, a factor that contrasts so drastically when Shawn enters the picture. The elderly man’s had a number of in depth conversations with the younger brother, topics varying from an isolated home life, to an absent father bravely dedicating his life for his country, and to some of the trouble the other had gotten into.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWhile it’s admirable for one to stand up for family, he can’t afford more trouble  (  well, neither of them can respectively  ).  It’s a shame that Terry didn’t have the chance to give the other a shot at their dōjō, much preferring to meet under better circumstances than a… misunderstanding regardless of having Kenny’s best interests at heart  (  at least, that’s the version of the story he prefers  ).  “ You’re outta time. ” Palm grasping onto hand luggage set by the kerb, the man makes a show of providing an emphatic yet conceited shrug, a car slowly pulling up with the intention of taking him to the airport, gelid eyes watchful for any means of provocation.  “ You’re outta luck. ”

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the  accusation  doesn't  sound  fair  once  aisha  says  it  out  loud.      —      yeah,  he's  been  absent.  they  all  have,  but  so  has  she.  staying  in  touch  was  hard  since  her  move  up  north,  especially  when  former  friends  still  seemed  deeply  ingrained  in  karate  wars  she  was  lucky  enough  to  separate  herself  from  after  the  school  riot.  it  hurts  more  when  it's  him  though.  this  started  with  them;    the  original  cobras  2.0.      "i  mean…    it's  no  fun  if  you're  just  gonna  admit  defeat  like  that."    the  faint  smile  tugging  at  her  lips  suggests  she's  only  teasing.  teasing.  no  mercy  doesn't  apply  anymore.  the  reassurance  that  they're  still  friends  is  really  all  she  needs.  

"i  can  do  froyo."      the  mention  of  their  old  dojo  brings  back  memories  of  the  days  when  it  was  just  @mu1tiverse,  her  and  sensei  lawrence.  that's  what  she  really  misses.  learning  karate  had  been  fun  back  then.  it  helped,  before  kreese  took  over  and  miguel  got  hurt.  she  still  learns  now,  under  the  guise  of  a  new  sensei,  but  it  isn't  the  same.  it  meant  something  back  then.  her  new  dojo  certainly  won't  be  entering  any  world  tournaments.      "let's  go    [...]    you  can  tell  me  more  about  this..  what  did  you  call  it  again?  sek  -  something  kai?"

i  was  making  sure  you  weren't  dead,  since  you  never  called.   

he deserved that. @cobraes' tone was refreshingly familiar, even as it pulled at the guilt in miguel's stomach. he didn't even want to check his phone to see the last time he'd done more than a casual like of an instagram story. their long-distance friendship had started off well, but just like everything else that spring, miguel hadn't realized he was losing control of things until it was already (not) said and done.

the corner of his shifted slightly upwards at the jab, embarrassment clear in the acknowledging nod of his head. "no, you're right - i'm sorry," he started, finally stepping out of the front door of his apartment. "i should have reached out more." miguel wasn't going to start spewing out excuses - as their sensei had drilled into their heads last summer, talk was cheap.

just like that, a lightbulb went off. eyebrows were quick to raise, smile stretching across his lips. "let me make it up to you? we can get froyo from that spot by the old dojo? i'm buying, consider it gas money."

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the  difference  in  their  personalities  has  always  been  noticeable  and  it  became  even  more  glaringly  so  when  sat  side  -  by  -  side.  the  two  men  are  polar  opposites.  his  friend  has  a  taste  for  the  finer  things  in  life      (    even  in  the  midst  of  recent  downfall    )      while  snake  has  always  been  a  simple  man  satisfied  by  simple  pleasures.  his  own  preferences  are  a  little  less  refined.  throaty  chuckle  eases  outta  him  at  the  mention  of  'cuisine',  finding  amusement  in  the  suggestion.      "you  could  feed  me  fuckin'  dirt  and  it'd  still  taste  better  than  prison  food."      he's  hardly  in  a  position  to  complain  these  days.  the  hand  on  his  abdomen  brushes  over  healing  wound  one  last  time  before  back  straightens.  not  his  first  battle  scar.      —      probably  won't  be  his  last  either.  snake  has  tried  living  an  honest  life.  look  where  it  got  him.

question  has  brows  drawing  together  in  a  momentary  flash  of  discomfort.  answering  pinches  more  than  his  stitches.      "my  family  is.."      he  struggles  to  finish  the  sentence,  tongue  pressing  against  canines  before  finally  settling  on:      "  ..complicated."      when  isn't  it?  an  older  daughter  who  barely  speaks  to  him  and  twins  he's  only  just  re  -  learning  how  to  communicate  with  after  his  latest  stint  behind  bars.  at  least  felix  is  coming  with  them,  spot  secured  on  iron  dragons  to  sweeten  whatever  deal  is  on  the  table.  that's  something.      "we'll  manage  fine."      head  finally  nods  in  confirmation  and  he  looks  at  elder  sensei  once  more.      "y'know  you're  gonna  need  an  extra  pair  of  eyes  watching  dennis.  you  leave  him  unsupervised  for  too  long  and  all  hell  will  break  loose  out  there."      which  might  be  the  desired  approach,  now  that  he  thinks  about  it.  point  hopefully  still  stands  though.  snake  needs  the  work;    it's  all  he  knows.

          Money can’t buy youth - it’s a phrase Terry had uttered before and, by extension, it surmises his thoughts on health too, the elder making good on his word that those who were readily available to work for him would be taken care of  (  where reasonably possible, that is - an important addendum  ).  “ Worried, what gave you that impression? ”  The blasé response is accompanied by the faintest trace of a simper playing on his lips, the inclination to roll icy eyes somewhat bitten back while maintaining his gaze upon the other in quiet observation. Silver knows how this goes, Snake’s reluctance to overly gauge the seriousness of the prior scare isn’t necessarily denial, but rather a means of avoidance, an unease further highlighted of how a touch with death can change a person’s perspective  (  he knows it all too well  ).  The gesture about the other’s abdomen doesn’t go unnoticed, and while the man hadn’t taken it upon himself to overtly ask to see the healing wound, given the heated confrontation that took place, it doesn’t take a goddamn genius to understand why the doctors were so concerned. 

                    “ That’s one way of looking at it, shame on me. ”  A brief flash of teeth with the dry humour.  “ Besides, a change might do you some good. Another beach, another horizon, another type of cuisine. ”  Something tells Terry that that latter point may not necessarily be a point of interest as such, some preferring home comforts regardless of where they were, whether that’s in the form of an overly fatty cheeseburger or an indulgent milkshake comprising of ingredients saturated with chemicals—  “ Family gonna be alright without you? ”  The question transpires slowly  (  almost cautious  ),  the elderly man often preferring to keep a firm distance to avoid mixing family affairs with business.

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i'm  queuing  old  replies  that  i  already  had  drafted  on  my  other  account  and  then    …    forgot  about.  you  are  welcome  to  ignore  them,  but  i  thought  i  would  still  share  hehe<3

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"i  …  "      he's  speechless  for  a  minute.  they're  cheering;    people  are  cheering.  more  importantly    —    they're  winning,  or  at  least,  gaining  an  upper  hand  again.  hand  reaches  for  miguel's  shoulder  and  clasps  down,  as  if  to  ground  himself,  laugh  of  disbelief  escaping  seconds  later.      "i  have  no  idea.  please  don't  ask  us  to  do  it  again."      it  feels  good  and,  for  what  might  be  the  first  time  since  karate  came  back  to  the  valley,  it  feels  even  better  to  be  back  on  the  same  page  as  eli  rather  than  against.      "i  guess  i  finally  got  my  head  out  my  ass."      the  last  sentence  sounds  sheepish  almost  because  he  knows  he's  been  a  dick  lately,  stress  turning  him  into  someone  completely  out  of  character.  better  to  acknowledge  that  now  than  pretend  otherwise.

starter for @cobraes

once miyagi-do got another point, miguel rushed over to one of his best friends. "dude, that was awesome! how did you and eli come up with that?" he asked. it was nice to see the binary brothers come back together, he knew college had everyone on edge but he didn't expect it to be this tense between two of his best friends. hawk backing out of mit threw him off for sure, but he figured he knew what he was doing. no point in pestering him about it.

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rotten  mood  is  not  easily  disguised    [...]    but  then;    he  isn't  trying  overly  hard  to  make  it  so  either.  the  muscle  in  his  jaw  dances  as  teeth  clench  tight  and  diego  tries      (    fails    )      not  to  let  eyes  riddled  with  jealousy  linger  too  long  on  maria's  dancing.  no  heart  yearned  quite  like  a  teenager  in  love,  even  when  diego  knows  focus  should  be  elsewhere.  they  have  a  world  tournament  to  win  and  as  captain,  it's  his  responsibility  to  ensure  they  get  there.  pining  won't  bring  trophies,  but  god,  if  it  did?      —      he  would  already  be  a  winner.  fingers  pick  at  untouched  beer  bottle  as  she  approaches  and  glance  is  barely  spared  in  the  aforementioned  american's  direction.  he  knows  exactly  who  she's  talking  about.      "él  no  es  mi  tipo."      his  response  is  short,  clipped.  'he  is  not  my  type.'  lips  purse  and  he  takes  a  pause  before  finally  turning  brooding  features  to  look  at  @valleykids,  pushing  away  drink.      "we  shouldn't  be  here.  we  should  be  in  room,  discussing  tactics.  not  flirting  with  enemy."

63. → @cobraes / diego → your obedient servant / broadway cast of hamilton

   their trip to barcelona was not much of a vacation.   just a little more than 3 and a half hours from their homes in valencia, the city was not foreign to them. maria visited often, a few times a year at least. it left little room for her to be enamored by the sights. she wished that was not the case. a distraction would have been nice. instead, she found herself thinking about her role as co-captain of their dojo and how their chances of winning relied on her. well, herself & diego. the other source of her troubles. having to work in tandem with your ex was no easy feat.   fue   brutal.   the wounds were fresh, and maria missed him, though she'd go to her grave denying as much. she was disciplined, however, able to put all of that behind her in the name of the sport. except that only lasted as long as the time they spent on the mat. now they were out on the town, celebrating their wins, enjoying a few drinks and dancing. at least some of them were. & apparently, her flirty demeanor was getting under someone's skin. ❛ hey , i have not been shy. you know that. we are supposed to have fun, remember. ❜ and because a tiny part of her was giddy over him showing a sign that he was not okay with her flirting with others, she added, ❛ the american boy with the spiky hair is cute, no ? ❜

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