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Post by Koolchat on Nov 15, 2008 17:35:55 GMT -5
Urged, instead of paralyzed, by the boy's fear, she grinned like an animal and pounced on the other, a cat on a mouse (in the literal term!). She growled low and jumped from behind, like a small child hoping to get a piggyback: only the man tumbled forward with a cry. A loud crack sounded as he fell on his arm, just missing his face on the concrete. He gasped for breath, as she was still on his back, tracing long claws over his fleshy neck. She wanted to badly to tear into the flesh like a knife to butter, and this was obvious to the man: no longer the stronger of the fight, he whimpered like a wounded pup. She smiled cruelly and laid down, using his head as a cushion. It was an odd sight; it would have been suggestive, save for the predatory look on her face and the speckles of blood running out from under the man which made it more frightening than ever.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Nov 15, 2008 17:43:54 GMT -5
The small girl squealed, eyes widening steadily. Tyler dodged another punch, but the next one connected with his stomach. He doubled over slightly, and couldn't dodge a right hook which sent him sprawling to the ground. He stood slowly, licking the blood off his lip. "You just made a mistake..." he hissed, about to run forward. But the first step he took, his muscles clenched, paralyzing him. Images swam before his eyes until his head hurt. Images that he didn't know anything about. Hesometimes caught a glimpse of something he recognized, but it was warped into something unimaginable. He tried to see through them, to the boy who was charging. As if on it's own, his body moved, kicked at the boy and hit him in the face, knocking him down. Meanwhile, his mind was still in a haze of images and sounds, smells and tastes. What was going on...?
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Post by beccabear on Nov 15, 2008 17:45:42 GMT -5
((Hi guys! Momo, hope you don't mind me joining this roleplay. Britt invited me, so blame her! >D Anyway, I'm making some minor changes to Sammy. You'll see what I mean.))
Quick footsteps echoed through the street as a young woman raced along the sidewalk. Where am I going? she wondered to herself, feeling as if her feet were leading her. She stopped when she saw a young girl, crying, cornered by two boys, one with a pair of scissors. "Oh, no!" Samantha gasped, dashing forward instinctively. She pushed herself between the boys just as one of them was was punched in the face. She ducked, stumbling to pull the young girl away. "Are you alright?" she asked, surveying the child for wounds although the only thing that was cut was the poor girl's hair.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Nov 15, 2008 17:51:31 GMT -5
((Beccaaaaa! )) The small girl looked up at Sam and nodded. "Jus'... jus' my hair gots hurt..." Her lower lip trembled slightly, and her eyes filled with tears, showing just how attached she was to her long locks. "Them... them boys are mean! Tywer and his fwiend gon' help? You too, wight?" She clung to Sam, obviously comforted by her presence.
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Post by Koolchat on Nov 15, 2008 17:53:02 GMT -5
(( Nein! Good ta sees you! )) Still sitting on her prize, she began to run her claws through her prey's hair, pulling them out in fistfuls, her anger subduing into boredom. That was too easy; she should have done a frontal attack. Back attacks were too quick, overpowering; unexpected. She had wanted a fight and got none. Sighing, she stopped her after-attack and turned to Tyler, noticing his stumble as he was hit in the face. "Tyler?" she called, not wanting to fight his fight; he, after all, deserved it just as much as her, and he had chosen a warning-attack style. He was the smarter of the two. As he fell, she was torn on whether to wound his pride and help him, or leave him to his fight. She crouched slightly, getting off the boy who gasped for air and began to attempt to get up. She shoved him down and watched Tyler closely, ready to help if it got really bad...
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Post by beccabear on Nov 15, 2008 17:59:54 GMT -5
Sam smiled reassuringly and stroked Marissa's now-choppy hair. She shot a quick, curious glance at Momo and a concerned one at Tyler, then looked back down at the child. "I think they've got it under control. Do you know them?" she questioned.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Nov 15, 2008 18:04:37 GMT -5
He slowly looked at her, eyes glazed. "What?" he asked. His voice was distant. The images still slowly careened in front of his eyes, blocking his view of Momo. "Momo...? I can't see you...?" The boy stood, wincing before charging at him again. He obviously hadn't learned his lesson. Tyler's foot again connected with his face and he sprawled again. He set his leg down again slowly, still looking cluelessly at Momo.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Nov 15, 2008 18:06:52 GMT -5
Sam smiled reassuringly and stroked Marissa's now-choppy hair. She shot a quick, curious glance at Momo and a concerned one at Tyler, then looked back down at the child. "I think they've got it under control. Do you know them?" she questioned. Marissa nodded, then shook her head. "I know Tywer... but not that giwl..." She too looked at Momo with a curious glint in her eyes. "She's pwetty, tho. Like you." Unable to help it, Marissa smiled up at Sam through her tears.
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Post by beccabear on Nov 15, 2008 18:14:16 GMT -5
Sam smiled at Marissa's innocence. Kids were so cute sometimes! "Why thank you," she said, gently wiping a tear from Marissa's face. She looked back at the scene before them. "Looks like those boys won't be bothering you anymore. I think they got what they deserved, don't you? That woman, and that guy--Tyler, you said?--they're pretty strong," she giggled.
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Post by Koolchat on Nov 15, 2008 18:16:35 GMT -5
Swearing to herself, Momo remained in her position, still holding down the man's head. Blood was now staining her shoes slightly; he was still alive and breathing though, and the status of her prey was not her priority right now. "Tyler... You're looking at me?" She stated, a questioning tone in her voice. She waved her clawed hand slightly, rocking back onto her heels to get out of the puddle. It was obvious he was functioning fine; maybe his eyes were not connecting to his consciousness correctly? "Uh..." Unsure of what to do or say, she chewed her lip, watching Tyler. The new girl she did not notice, as this change in behavior was the most interesting thing here.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Nov 15, 2008 18:17:04 GMT -5
Marissa nodded. "I hope dey won't," she said,"Dey're awways mean to me." When Sam mentioned that Tyler was pretty strong, Marissa positively beamed. "Yeah! He's my best fwiend!" Suddenly, she paused, then said,"Oh, and you'we wewcome!"
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Nov 15, 2008 18:22:20 GMT -5
Tyler blinked. "Am I?" he asked. "That's wierd. There are too many pictures moving around." Not noticing how stupid that sounded, he shrugged. "Maybe it'll go away soon." He rubbed his eye with his hand. "Hopefully, anyway."
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Post by beccabear on Nov 15, 2008 18:31:33 GMT -5
Sam cringed at the gore spattering Momo's shoes. She wondered how Marissa wasn't bothered by it. She looked back down at the girl and grinned. "Your friends definitely taught those mean kids a lesson. I think they'd be too scared to bother you anymore." She began to fix Marissa's short hair.
OoC: Be back soon, okay? D: Dishes~
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Post by Koolchat on Nov 15, 2008 18:35:18 GMT -5
"Pictures?" She frowned, tail twitching slightly. The man groaned once again under her, and she rolled her eyes and let go, grumbling. As the man sat up, his arm was twisted in an unnatural way from the fall, and blood seeped from his nose and scrapings on his hands and arms; it was amazing what a fall and 120 pounds of fury on your back could do! "Interesting... Aren't you an emotion-reader, not a, like, mental image reader?"
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Nov 15, 2008 18:36:37 GMT -5
((Hey, lemme get home, you guys. D8 I'll catch ya'll in about thirty minutes.))
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