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All the colors of hate (Afternoon - Aya)
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Join date : 2013-07-06
Age : 22
|Subject: Re: All the colors of hate (Afternoon - Aya) Sat Jun 04, 2016 11:03 pm|| |
Street thug? Yeah, he wasn't really wrong. She had become a thug over the years. Though when he mentioned how he couldn't fight a girl, it was just the final straw. Her knife was back in her free hand that wasn't being pulled as fast as night. "Oh. Then good thing I can fight you." The sleek metal would cut across his hand as he was attempting to pull it. She wasn't strong, but she had speed to make up for it, and a quick cut was no skin of her nose, and in fact would be skin off of his. The cut would be no larger than his palm, and either be there, or on the back of his hand. It most likely hurt, though it would not be deep enough to cause any real damage. It would be a threat that she would carry out unlike before. However, Reiji's slash wasn't large or bloody enough to be seen by the crowd, same for her knife. More than likely he would be shocked, which would give her time to back off. People were torn between watching the woman and Frog, now set free.
Knife now being away, she would burst through the forming crowd; making sure to push one near her, or punch someone else. Soon people would try to attack back, only to miss her and hit others, who would hit back. A fight would begin to erupt, which was more than enough to begin to set the crowd into an uproar which gave the thug more than enough time to escape. Aya ran into the closest subway, which would be soon closing behind her. She made enough trouble there, and she wasn't going to stick around to deal with the crowd. They were always the same; ganging up on both sides. They were all dirt, like Aya. Nothing had come up for her to change that fact. But perhaps this kid wasn't just dirt. He was an idiot AND dirt. He was almost strange in how oblivious he was to the world. Maybe he'd learn one day he was no better. Until then, she'd stay far away from him if she could help it. She felt her pockets and realized that in the end, she got no money out of this, and she sighed internally. Another failed attempt for the day...-- Exit
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Join date : 2014-12-26
Age : 19
|Subject: Re: All the colors of hate (Afternoon - Aya) Mon Jun 06, 2016 7:55 pm|| |
Frog would be expecting her to get pissed off at him over what he'd just said, but it wouldn't cross his mind to actually worry about what could happen. When she began talking, he'd stop pulling at her wrist for a moment, eyes now fixated on her moving lips. Eyes that were slowly growing wider as the realization slowly hit him. A flash later and a rapid twitch of his wrist as something grazed it, Frog found himself tethering a few steps backwards next to the beam. Did she just..? He looked at the back of his hand. Jeebus, she really did cut him!!! But somehow, the cold steel didn't lit a flame, and the streak of pain flowing like the red, warm blood down his wrist, barely noticable, only served to help direct his focus at the girl, now pushing her way into the trains with fists nonetheless.
He held his own wrist as he raised his head. Oi, he wanted to shout out, but it was too late. The moment of balance between confusion and realization ended and he was back to being pissed, now frogfold since she's cut him. Stupid junkie street thug hobo girl with a great fashion sense- holy shit, how did he not notice that earlier? Shit, and now she was gone... He should've worn his green pants, then he'd have been luckier that day! But like this... At least she didn't find his wallet...
"Hmpf-!" He'd snort to himself and raise his nose up high, before realizing he was being stared at by a circle of people who'd gathered around the girl and him. Driven by his heart dropping to his heels, he'd scoot outside immediately and run off into the streets.
"Damn that girl!"[Frog - Exit]
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Join date : 2014-06-04
Age : 22
Location : Sweden. Undisclosed Apartment
|Subject: Re: All the colors of hate (Afternoon - Aya) Tue Jun 07, 2016 7:45 pm|| |
A Bond has Failed...
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