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Calvin's going to be in there, and I might pull in a 2nd character once they get there.






The two police officers escorting Calvin had moved on from the rank slums to one of the nicer districts, judging by how there were less people, and he could actually see the color of the pavement.

"Alright," grunted the fat police officer. "Wagon should be right around the-- Hey!"

A girl with brown hair and green sportswear was standing in front of an open Police Van holding two swords. Inside the Van was a woman in a ridiculous outfit. standing in the doorway. The two officers pulled out their guns and pointed them directly at the girl. "Get down on the ground no--"

"OH! I get it now. I'm getting arrested, aren't I?"

The officers lowered their guns and stared at Calvin, astounded by his stupidity.

"I thought you would've realized by now..."

"Yeah, well, I was wondering that myself, but then I saw the Van, and... Well, what do you know? But am I being arrested under good reason? I mean, I flipped through a pamplet that contained some basic laws, I don't know what I exactly did wrong."

"Shut up, Kid! Just let us handle--"

"Eh, that's all I need to hear."

With that, Calvin pulled his arms outward, easily snapping his handcuffs. Before either cop could pistol whip him, he grabbed both of their arms and slammed their noggins against each other, knocking both of them unconscious. He then tossed them asside. He then turned to the women.

"Those guys actually are corrupt, right? I didn't just beat up two innocent officers?"

He heard an orchestra of gun's cocking, as the officers surrounding the area had pulled out their guns, and were aiming it right at him.

"Oh, boy..."

Thinking fast, Calvin erected an Icewall and tucked behind it.
Im still here, too

=Rio De Janeiro=

@Savo






After the scuffle with the goons, Calvin had wandered the entirety of the slums, getting his plenty share of strange looks from locals. Was it the fact that he was obviously not from around here? Or maybe the fact that he was dressed for a blizzard in the antartic. For the fifteenth time, Calvin's stomach let out a powerful rumble. After walking around for almost an hour and not being able to find the tournament, or even where he could eat, Calvin accepted that he was totally lost.

Rounding a corner, he saw two cops, one writing down on a notepad and the other eating a sandwich, which he quickly put away. Calvin perked up; Obviously they would know where the tournament was, and maybe where he could finally get some food. He walked his way over to them and waved.

"Sorry officers, could you help me? I think I might be a little lost."

The officer stopped writing and looked up, the officer eating the sandwhich spit whatever he was currently chewing on the ground. Calvin paid no mind. "Sure, uh... How can we help you?"

"Sorry, my name's Calvin, and I'm trying to find a uh... Fighting Tournament?"

The officer flipped to a new page and began writing, suddenly pausing himself as he looked wide-eyed back at his obese partner, who shared the same expression. "Oh! Uh... Give us a moment, sir." The police walked behind the corner, and after fevered whispering, came back around.

"Sorry, sir. Of course we can help you! You must be talking about the Brazil Fighting Cup, right?"

Calvin rubbed his scarfed chin, trying to recollect the exact moment he learned of the tournament.

"Pretty sure that's right", Calvin guessed.

The officers chuckled amongst themselves, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Here, just slip these on. Alot of people in these slums dislike foreigners, so with these they'll think we're arresting you. Trust us, we wouldn't do this if we didn't have any past experiences."

They slipped the handcuffs around Calvin's wrists, and started walking him. As they walked, Calvin saw a man with blonde hair wearing a white coat and carrying a satchel dash through the street. He wondered which person here had enough money to have a doctor sprint through the streets at 2 in the morning.
Anymore room on this Bandwagon?

Thank you for the criticism. I'll be sure to work on it.

=Rio De Janeiro, 2:20 AM=






Calvin yawned as he stretched his arms, walking off the ramshackle boat that ferried him to Rio. Just before he walked away, the scrawny elderly man at the controls rebuked him, "Hey! You think this is a taxi?! You gotta pay!"

"Oh, sorry." Calvin apologized, stopping and pulling his wallet out of his denim jeans. Almost on cue, a group of five roughs leaning against the dock walls nodded towards each other, and started making their way towards Calvin; The largest of the group held a wooden baseball bat with a giant nail going through it. Two of them slipped on brass knuckles, two twirled switchblades, and one of them loaded a clip into a handgun. "Don't you think it's a little warm, with that big jacket?" The biggest one said, standing directly behind Calvin. The other four goons stood on either side of him, as he hefted his bat over the back of his shoulder. Calvin looked at him, Still holding his wallet. "Oh. Not really. I never really get warm, I guess... Can I help you?". The gang snickered. "Well what a coincidence! You can, meu amigo! Can me and my "friends" here bum a few bucks?". Calvin stared at him for a few seconds, then scratched his head. "I dunno, I was just about to pay that guy back there for ferrying me here, and I don't have too much money left...". Suddenly, Calvin noticed they were all holding assorted weapons. "Wait a minute... This is a mugging, isn't it?". That time, the entire gang busted their guts. The leader turned around to face his lackeys, "This guy...". He then turned back to face Calvin. "Look, You're real funny. Tell you what, you give us your wallet, get back on your little tugboat, and get the hell out of our town?".

"Well I can't do that, I got somewhere to be tommorow.", Calvin explained.

"We know! You know who else has a place to be? Our boss! Now scram!" The gun-wielding goon shouted, firing into the air to make a point.

Calvin took a deep sigh, "Well friend, I just rode a boat for three hours, and I'm real tired. Let's make this quick". He put his wallet away. The gangleader raised his bat above his head. "Sure thing, you little--". Calvin's hand jerked forward and slapped the man square in the middle of the face with his large gloved hand. He dropped his bat before he hit the ground. The other four looked down in shock at their boss, groaning quietly, a large red handprint present on his face. They then turned towards Calvin, weapons raised. "You may have gotten the drop on our boss here, but you'll be sorry!".

"I'm Canadian, of course I'm sorry".

One of the goons growled as he thrust his Brass-decorated Fist straight at Calvin. Yet he simply slapped his assailants hand, sending the Brass Knuckles flying along the ground. He howled in pain as he held his hand and scuttled away.

"Coward!" shouted another as he thrust his dagger at Calvin, who simply grabbed his arm with both hands and hurled him back over his shoulder, just in time to backstep from the third gangster, who just barely missed a punch at his throat. With a heavy uppercut, the goon was sent sailing backwards.

BANG

The fourth goon fired a bullet at Calvin. Or at least pulled the trigger, followed by the pitiful *click* *click*. Looking down the barrel, he saw bunched up ice lodged. The gun was then jabbed against his skull as Calvin grabbed the back of his head and heaved it downwards. The goon fell forwards, and shattered his chin on the pavement. While Calvin leaned to slam the goons head into the ground, the goon he threw over his shoulder managed to stand back up, and rush Calvin from behind, as he shouted YOU'RE DEAD, NOW!".

Instead of meeting the face of some foreigner who already kicked half more than half of his gangs ass, his fist slammed into a thin wall of ice that quickly grew upwards between him and Calvin, who then lunged through his own barrier, easily shattering it, grabbing the Goons face, and throwing him into the bay.

Only one goon remained, nervously fidgeting the switchblade. He dropped it and ran away wailing, "Asshole! I'll be back with more guys! We're gonna seriously fuck you up, you'll see!"

Calvin shrugged and pulled his wallet out again, turning back to the ferry driver. "So, how much is the ti--". The ferryman was already scrambling at the controls, nervously waving off Calvin. "Oh no, i-it's free! J-J-Just stay away from me! Okay?". Calvin stared absentmindly at the ferryman, before shrugging and walking off. "Well isn't that just fine. I didn't have to give money to anybody tonight!".

Or so he thought, before he heard a powerful rumbling...

"Huh, knocking out some crooks sure does work up an appetite. I wonder if any place is still open tonight".

He continued walking through the streets of Rio, unaware as to the danger several other Nomads in the city faced.
Fixed it
Great! I'll be sure to get a post up sometime tommorow.










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