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Post by lilylai on Jan 28, 2011 1:50:13 GMT -5
Lily had only been here for a couple of days and somehow she had managed to get herself into drama already. She was already going to get into a fight with someone. Someone who was a motherfucking rapist and a murderer. A part of her had already deduced that he was the son of Ares or the son of Hades. Blood and death came naturally to the children of those two beings. Well today she was going to offer the dumbass a deal. If he won, he got to do whatever he wanted with her and then some. If she won though, he would have to leave everyone alone. If he didn’t honor any of the offers, she would get him later. Dressed in a tanktop and a pair of cargo pants with her combat boots, she was a tad bit chilly. The cold would help though to keep her on edge. She needed to be on her feet for the fight. “If Bear doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to kick his ass anyway.”
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Post by Bear Keeni on Feb 4, 2011 6:46:58 GMT -5
As long as it isn't snowing, I don't mind the cold. I definitely prefer the warm, though, but don't get me wrong: I knew when to thank my lucky stars when it wasn't snowing. I don't know why I hate the cold... I guess it's just because all my fingers and toes go numb and then it's hard to move then and I can't use my saw-toothed knife very well. Ah, well. At least little white fluffy flakes weren't drifting down from the sky.
So there was this new girl at school; I think her name was Lily, or something. I don't know where she came from, but apparently she was a demigoddess, though I had no idea who her mother or father was. I didn't really care to know, either, unless something extraordinary happened, but that wouldn't happen. Nope. I doubted she could pull off anything like that, especially in the quad. Unless we were alone, I doubted she'd want to expose her powers, if she had any, so that would make this fight a hand-to-hand one most likely. Suited me just fine; I got myself mixed into fights pretty much every other day, so I knew very well how to hold up my own. The only question was how well Lily could fight.
Coming out onto the quad, my dark eyes sought out the one I was to meet. Hands in the pockets of my jacket, I crossed the area over to her, standing a good foot or so above her. "I'm here. Now what the hell do you want?" My voice held an irritated tone in it and I was looking down degrading at her. I enjoyed fights and wanted to provoke them, but I wasn't exactly in combat mode today. Ah, well; if she started anything, I'd be more than happy to put her in her place.
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Post by lilylai on Feb 4, 2011 16:23:06 GMT -5
The cold combined with the wind chill factor kept a lot of people away. So far, she was the only in the Quad which meant that if she had to she could use her abilities if need be. It hadn’t taken her long to perfect her earthquake making abilities, but if she had to she could also raise the dead. It would take a lot of energy though, and so the Asian girl would only use those abilities if she was seriously in jeopardy. Dressed in baggy cargo pants, converse and a black long sleeved shirt, Lily was ready for the fight. The cold didn’t bother her as much as it did other people.
From what she had heard about Bear, he was a bad person. Actually bad would be a loose term. He was a rapist and a murderer. She had a personal vendetta against rapists. Murderers not so much. She probably wouldn’t have cared about these people that were being affected by this guy had it not been the fact that he had either raped them or was planning on raping them. Memories of all the times she had been raped raced through her brain causing her muscles to tense. This guy was going to get his ass kicked.
The sound of footsteps coming from behind her made her turn around. The big tall Bear fellow was standing right behind her. An eyebrow raised when she noticed the look he gave her. “I want you to stop raping and hurting people. Based off of what I heard about you, I don’t believe that you will stop. Rapists never stop.” A sense of weakness and discomfort appeared in her voice. “Dammit. I swore I wouldn’t get emotional about this.” Phantom pains from her back and the memories “I only ask this because I have been raped continuously. My mother has sold my body out to men since I was about eleven. Surely you can understand why I would ask you to stop.”
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Post by Bear Keeni on Feb 6, 2011 20:05:39 GMT -5
So this bitch wanted me to stop raping people. Ha! As if I'd really listen to her. I wasn't going to stop raping people for a very long time. I snorted in laughter at her. Was this bitch serious? Pft, did she have a lot to learn; I had been hurting and raping people for quite a while now and there was no way in hell I was going to stop. And hurting people was like marijuana to me: I was addicted to their fear somehow and it made me shiver with excitement.
"Of course they don't stop, sweetheart." I told her in an amused tone.
"So where the hell are you going with this whole meeting in the damn cold?" The last part of my words came out in a harsh hiss, my dark eyes narrowed onto her. The weakness in her voice made a smirk come across my face.
However, as soon as I heard her next few statements, the smirk faded from my mouth. My dark eyes were locked onto her, but not in the same way they had been before: now I was looking at her with utter and raw astonishment. Was she serious? She hadn't somehow figured out my past and used it against me, did she? There was no way in hell that she could have.... I hadn't told anyone but Becca and I trusted her with my life -- but now I was starting to doubt myself. Becca..... Becca wouldn't tell anyone. I trusted her! She told me that I could trust her! She... she threw my trust right back into my face like everyone else did--
"Who the hell told you that?" I snapped at her suddenly in a quiet, yet furious voice. "You're using my own past against me -- it won't work, you bitch. You can't use my past against me psychologically and get me to stop." The smirk had been replaced with an enraged scowl, my facial features twisted as I glared at her, fists clenched in a white-knuckle grip at my sides, having come out of my pockets. "Who the fuck told you about that?"
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