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Post by averant2 on Sept 3, 2009 15:27:17 GMT -5
OOC: Like Dakota said, short and simple, that's how I like them X)
As Fox closed in, Samantha's face lost its tight look, and she winked at him as he struck out at her. She slid to the side as she caught the roundhouse in her palm and directed it past her, then flipped him past her as he tried to tackle. Immediately Sam was after Fox, snapping a kick to his chin as he leapt up and tried to move away. She knew he had realized his error as soon as he struck, but she wouldn't give him time to correct that.
Moving in closer, she struck out at seemingly random places, landing blows on his shoulders, neck, face, and legs all in a smooth fasion. Hitting his collarbone with a righthand chop, Sam drove a fist into Fox's solar plexus, driving the wind straight out of him. Then she lashed out with her foot, driving her heel into his shin and bruising it horribly, and smoothly reached her left foot behind his legs and jerking, tripping Fox and sending him down to the floor. As Fox hit the floor, Sam dropped down beside him and grabbed his arm, slamming the edge of his elbow (most commonly known as the funny bone) into the floor, completely numbing his arm.
(sorry if I'm over-Gmodding, but Sam IS a lightning fast fighter. block anything that you want.)
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Post by Fox on Sept 8, 2009 20:19:09 GMT -5
Fox cursed out loud and quickly ducked, blocking as many as her hits as possible, wincing as a few landed on him upset he fell for such a simple trick. He let a growl rumble in his throat for his idiocy and then chocked, felling a blow connect with his neck and ducked insinctivly onto his knees, saving him the crippling blow to his knees and chest, feeling the wind blow over his head as she sent a blow to his solar plexus. Although luck held him for that he couldnt dodge the funny bone attack and felt his whole arm go numb and tingly and cursed. He stood up and quickly licked his arm, feeling his blood start to move through his arm again although it didnt fully go back to normal, the tingly feeling remaining. He looked up and smiled, "Interesting, never fought someone like you in a long time next to Dakota. This should be interesting." he said and smiled, and launched himself at her, flashing in between wolf and human, using the speed and strength of both to land as many blows as he could before she could retaliate and felt a few blows and cuts land on her, careful not to attack when she turned into stone though he knew he would slip up soon if he didnt beat her. This was one fight he knew could go either way as quickly as a snap of ones finger.
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Post by averant2 on Sept 10, 2009 15:54:22 GMT -5
Samantha watched as he recovered, mildly interested and mildly disappointed with the eraser's fierce reaction. Different or not, they've all got bloodlust, she thought. Damnit, is there NOTHING original in this city? Ugh. How boring.
"Indeed," came the reply. Then Sam launched into action at the same time he pounced. The eraser clearly recognized her ability of self petrification, and he was careful, practically hesitant in landing his blows. This gave Samantha an advantage, for she had nothing to worry about by way of solid, painful blocking. She doubted she would even need to use her ability at all this match. She was certain that this enemy would have given her a run for her money if he was well rested and healed.
Samantha employed all her speed and skill into deflecting the strikes. Dodging and weaving, she blocked punches, deflected kicks, and even absorbed some scratches and punches in order to counterstrike effectively. Her enemy's strikes were easily blocked, because he was trying to judge whether or not she would turn to stone to block. She caught his right arm in a lock with her own right arm, and reached up with her foot to hook her heel on the side of his face.
Knowing he would see where she would naturally go from here and resist that movement, Sam did something not so natural. She pushed off from the floor and flipped her other leg over Fox's head, so that she was on the other side of his arm. Then she turned again and twisted, hopefully snapping his arm and hurling him over her shoulder.
Samantha wasn't a martial expert just because she liked the title.
Backing up, Sam leaned against the wall and watched her foe recover, her body relaxed, her eyes sharp and dancing wickedly. Sam wasn't even breathing hard. "Now that we've had some time to get to know each other, why don't we share names? You can call me Samantha, or just Sam if it suits you." A charitable observer would say she was smiling, but others would think that she was showing a bit too many teeth for it to be called a smile. She glanced from one to the other. "And you are....?"
((Fox, if you're at all familiar with the criminal underworld, her name should ring a bell! Check her History if you don't understand.))
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Post by Fox on Sept 16, 2009 18:22:27 GMT -5
Fox growled in pain as he felt his arm pop out of its socket as he flew, crashing into the ground, ignoring the pain coursing through his body. He let out a slow hiss and stood up, completely relaxing his shoulder and popped it back into place, his eyes clenching as at the sound. He sighed and rolled his shoulder, happy that he had set it right, and turned right when he heard her say her name. He snorted at this and laughed, "So thats why you're so good. You are quite the infamous one in the underworld. How's life been? And I'm Fox, co-leader of the Vigils, nice to meet you." He said, smiling the same way she was. He frowned slightly though, his mind going into overdrive. He knew his punches weren't hurting because HE didn't want to get hurt. And being tired after fighting Dakota didn't help either, he thought, realizing the physical tax his body was going through, his muscles trembling slightly. He sighed, relaxing his body and looked back at her. "Well, lets risk the chance of me breaking my hand" He said aloud and rushed at her, slamming his fist into her face and continuing, hoping she wouldn't turn into stone, but overriding his primary instincts and punched as hard as he could.
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Post by averant2 on Sept 17, 2009 15:30:27 GMT -5
Fox never even landed the first punch.
As he charged, Samantha streaked forward, jumped, and slammed both feet into his nose in a flying double kick. Because he was running, Fox couldn't have avoided it if he tried. Since the legs are infinitely longer than the arms in fighting, she got in the first hit. They both flew in one direction, Sam forward and Fox backward. To rub salt in the wound, Sam dug her elbow into Fox's gut, so that when she completely hit, she knocked all the breath out of him.
I wonder if he'll be able to breath after that... Sam wondered. She was certain she had at least broken his nose, if not smashed it altogether.
"Well, that was predictable," she said as she rolled off of his body. "Really, Fox. You're going to have to be better than that. Can you breath?"
She glanced over at Dakota. "Oh, and since we've established the fact that I really don't need those to win, can I have my knives back? Miss...?"
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Post by Dakota on Sept 18, 2009 19:23:55 GMT -5
Dakota watched the fight intently. She wasn't sure if the girl was going to continue going if she beat Fox. It wasn't looking to good for him, her being quite the fighter. As they fought, she was also making sure to dress some of the more major wounds. It was mainly making miniture torniques with a few strands of clothing that she could rip off and blowing on the more concentrated small things to help them scab faster. Scabs were better than open wounds, and so she might as well hurry the process. The girl spoke, and as she said her name, it ran a little bell through her head. She heard of this girl, and the little 'if' that was said with beating Fox was probably going to turn more into a 'when'. She was still a bit worried about whether she would turn on her if, when?, she beat Fox, and if so what she was going to do.
As the girl, Samantha, turned to her and asked for her knives back, and left a cliff-hanger for the name. She smirked, spinning one of them delicately between her fingers. The blade was hitting her, but it was with such a precision that they weren't going to cut her. Fox wasn't doing well on the recieving end, and though she did want Fox dead, she wanted it to be at her own hands. She gave a taunting little smile, thinking out her plan of action for the next few steps. "Cadence," Dakota lied smoothly. The name came to her from an old Eraser friend she used to have down South, and she might as well practice her acting skills while she could. "And since you don't need them to win, then why give them back. It gives you an unfair advantage," She tilted her head, smirking. "You can get them for me, but I will not just hand them over. They're very, very nice."
Dakota was mainly buying time for Fox to recover, and maybe even getting a whack at this new girl herself. If she could show Fox that, even though it was a temporary thing, she was on his side, they could probably take her down. Another side was trying to see how easy it would be to hack into this girl's head. Her thoughts clashed into her head of the many times she used confusion to her advantage with Fox, and since this girl was new, she wouldn't, couldn't, have heard what she could do, if she was trying. Unfortunately, it left her exhausted doing that and a bit dizzy, so she decided to wait. For now, she could just see how easy it was to make this girl tick. Or in other words, her way of manipulation. "Unless, you don't think you can get them from me," She further taunted, drawing the other few and and flaunting them, tilting her head childishly.
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Post by Fox on Sept 20, 2009 18:31:28 GMT -5
Fox yelped as Sam flew at him and raised his arm, protecting his face, but still flew back. He twisted his body as she elbowed him in the gut, allowing him to only feel it slightly and twisted in the air, and rolled, clutching his gut in mock fame, and made his breathing come out in gasps. He looked up as Dakota was distracting her, giving him a few minutes to get back in shape, and wrapped his various wounds with his cloth. He sighed and shook himself, and walked towards Sam and Dakota, and nodded his thanks at Dakota. He shook his right arm, pulled it back and slammed it in the side of her head, feeling the satisfying crack as he hit her in the head, noting she hadn't turned herself to stone. "Thanks Dakota, i needed those few seconds."
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Post by averant2 on Sept 22, 2009 8:15:42 GMT -5
Samantha nodded rapidly, appreciation written all over her face. "Why thank you, they are very nice, aren't they? They were made by a german craftsman. Good quality, and not a bad price either. Personally, I thought he would have charged more than 1 grand per knife, but who am I to judge-" The punch caught her in midsentence, causing her to pitch sideways with a grunt. Instinctively, she rolled with the blow and came up alert and at the ready. She grunted again, this time in irritation. The punch hadn't really hurt, but she should have been better than that.
She looked at Fox, now in slight disbelief. What did it take to put this guy down? Honestly, she had seen olympic athletes with less stamina than him. Somehow, Sam doubted that the girl... Cadence, though Sam doubted that was her name, was any different in regard to stamina. This was going from had gone from interesting to fun, and now it was traveling from fun to annoying just as fast. She was going to have to get serious.
"Good job, kids. You got me. Playtime, however, is over. It was fun, but now, it's time for our little Fox here to die." Sam retrieved her purse, which was lying near, having been dropped in the fighting, and pulled out a multitude of knives which had been concealed inside the harmless looking purse. Slotting each knife into a disguised sheath, she took the final eight knives, looked directly at Fox, and grinned.
"Let me show you why they call me Reaper."
Needless to say, it was an ungodly grin.
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Post by Dakota on Sept 22, 2009 20:15:36 GMT -5
Dakota smirked as Fox came up and got a hit on Sam, who was unprepared for it. She rolled pretty well, and Dakota smiled to herself as Sam's mood went from having fun to annoyed. This, she assumed, was a bad thing, and as the girl spoke about killing Fox. Okay, obviously she didn't know the Whitecoats were pretty fantastic about bringing people to life when they died, like her for example, but maybe there were some cases where they couldn't bring them back to life. She wasn't quite sure. She looked at the girl with narrowed eyes as she turned to Fox and threatened him. Okay, so Dakota wouldn't admit except for maybe a bit into the future, but that made her blood pressure rise, and she felt the urge to kick something. Even though Dakota wasn't really... Together with Fox, I guess you could say she still had feelings for him.
And yes, that meant when some freak-a-zoid chick comes in and threatens to kill him before she can makes her a bit protective. Contradictory, huh? Anyways, Dakota smiled that the girl had her back turned, and before she could really make a quick 'what if this happens' since Dakota was terrible at thinking before she jumped into action, she charged forward at the girl. She was aiming for her hand of some kind, just to make her hand have a sporatic where she could catch the knives, which would leave her just a bit more easier to deal with. So, instead of tackling her, like she could've, and in a different case most definately would have, Dakota ran at her low, but then sprang up and whipped out her wings and kicked at the back of her head. Smart move? Of course not. Signature Dakota? Hell yes.
ooc: I'll leave it open for you, but I think Sam totally pawning Dakota would be hilarious, wouldn't you? -Is such a jerk to her characters.- Also, Sam. What she means is she charges at her, but then jumps into the air and whips out her wings, so she's now hovering almost, then pulled sharply back using her wings as and axel and tries to land a kick to her head. Sorry for the confusion.
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Post by averant2 on Sept 29, 2009 15:29:46 GMT -5
Samantha sensed as much as heard Dakota coming. Stepping lazily to the side, Sam felt the kick whisk through the air where her head. She took another step to the right, putting a little distance between her and Dakota, and then let loose one handful of knives at her. Sam didn't particularly care if the kunai hit or not. Her good mood was returning just because she had some projectiles to throw.
If that wasn't enough to put these two down for good, maybe she could at least get a petty vengance on them by messing with the mall security system and locking them into a section of the mall. Wouldn't that be fun?
"Two on one, eh?" she murmured. "Not very fair, that. You should be ashamed... Candice, was it?"
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Post by Fox on Sept 29, 2009 16:34:29 GMT -5
Fox controlled the flinch that was building up in his body when she pulled out the knifes and smiled at him. Fox gulped but covered that with a cough, he had never died yet and was not counting on it soon. Fox glared in pure spite at the girl, not wanting to move in case she threw the knifes at him, and watched as Dakota's kick sailed next to her head, surprised it didn't hit Samantha. Fox watched her take a stance and send the knifes at Dakota and he growled, launching at Dakota, pushing her and him away from the knifes. He glanced up at Samantha and smiled, "And i suppose using knifes against people with nothing is fair. But then again, life isn't." He said, retracting his claws, and launching himself at her, feeling his claws rip through her stomach and felt a warm gush of blood cover his arms and instantly skipped back, wary of her counterattack
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Post by Dakota on Sept 29, 2009 19:06:31 GMT -5
Daktoa frowned at the girl as she through some of her kunai at her, preparing to do a quick twist to dodge but was quickly pushed out of the way by Fox. She mumbled something about being a bumbling idiot, but made sure it was too incoherent to be understood. She smiled at the girl after Fox's retaliate. "Well, I say it evens it up. I mean, you did interrupt our fight, didn't you?" She said sweetly. "And my the way, the name's NOT Cadence. It's Dakota," She said briskly, watching as Fox went in with no weapon, and then realized something with a smirk on her face. "Of, Foxy dearest, I do have something of sharpness, if you wish to borrow it," She said, 'til holding her little girl tone. It was quite fun, and it was probably most annoying. She didn't go in for an attack yet, waiting for the perfect opening.
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Post by averant2 on Oct 2, 2009 19:21:00 GMT -5
"Think of them as detachable claws," she countered. Then he jumped at her.
Sam didn't counterattack because she already had. What Fox had felt ripping was not her stomach but her shirt. The blood that he felt was, in fact, his own. Sam had dodged at the last second and brought down her knives on Fox's hand, piercing it and then pulling them out so as not to lose them.
"Not fast enough, Fox," she grinned. Then her grin faltered as she glanced over at Dakota. "Oh, right. I'm gonna need those back."
She switched a couple of knives over to the other hand. "Interrupted? You invited me, Dakota!" she snarled suddenly. Samantha threw two knives at Fox and one at Dakota, then charged at Dakota like a streak of lightning. "Unless that first punch was friendly?"
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Post by Dakota on Oct 4, 2009 11:02:01 GMT -5
Dakota smirked, cocking her head to the side, but didn't jump as Samantha was suddenly in front of her, and sh edodged evenly the dagger from before hand. She didn't have to be able to read emotions to know that she had ticked off her. Big time. She gave a small smirk, knowing that trying to attack her right now would just end in her own injury, as Fox just illustrated. She narrowed her eyes, taking a chance to see a few things that would, hopefully, bit be the last few things she'd see. She wasn't pessimistic, just real. The chances of either her or Fox were disappearing, and so she might as well have fun.
"Are you sure about that?" Dakota cocked her head to the side, her mind straining as she attempted to send a few waves of confusion into Samantha's head. "I don't remember throwing any punch," She said confusedly. She was really trying to get this girl at least somehow distracted off of her interest in killing them, and as Dakota has said several times to Fox during battles. Confusion is the best weapon, not tactics or real life weapons, confusion made all of that worthless. If she kept trying, she knew that eventually she could take over the emotions a little, but she aso knew there was a large chance that nothing would happen, but she had to try, right?
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Post by averant2 on Oct 7, 2009 16:35:07 GMT -5
"Well, that would make you stupid, then." Sam said as her hand hissed through the air. This strike was a deadly one, aimed for the throat. If it hit, it would crush Dakota's larynx like tin foil, cutting off her air and immediately silencing her. Sam didn't want to do this to a girl like her, but she also really hated it when someone kept hold of her knives.
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Post by Dakota on Oct 7, 2009 17:50:12 GMT -5
Dakota frowned as she failed, and very nearly was hit by Samantha's punch. Nearly. But those years of training with legions of Erasers trying to do the same thing too you just because the White Coats said they'd give them a treat. Well... You learned to dodge instantaneously. She put her left foot out to the side, twisting it to get a better hold against the ground. She lowered her shoulder, and then slid to the side, dragging her right foot along, much like they do in anime shows when a punch comes close. It was a fluid movement, like smoke going through a chimney. Her right foot, which didn't have much hold on the ground for balancing reasons, struck forward. Without hesitation, Dakota barreled into Samantha in an attempt to tackle her to the ground. She hoped she did this right, probably not even taking a second to do it, and held her breath for the results.
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Post by averant2 on Oct 8, 2009 10:30:47 GMT -5
Samantha grunted in surprise as she was hurled backwards. She had forgotten in all her fights with brawlers that there might be some fighters as well. Dakota was a fighter, and since Sam had forgotten that, Dakota had the advantage of the first strike.
Had Dakota been as skilled in the martial arts as Samantha, the direct strike at the throat would have been fatal... for Sam, that is. It could have been easily avoided by a trained artist and immediately turned around on her by doing the exact same strike at a much closer range. As it was, Dakota was neither a trained artist nor a killer, so Samantha survived.
As she hurtled backwards, Sam managed to push Dakota off before she hit the ground. She couldn't prevent hitting the ground. She slammed onto her back, wincing as she bruised her wings slightly. She recovered swiftly, rolling and jumping up, her momentum still moving her backwards, causing her to slam rather forcefully into a wall, which in turn caused her to wince as she bruised her wings again.
"Point to you," she told Dakota. "I forgot you had a different style of fighting than the erasers."
She moved off the wall, and was watching her opponent for anything she might use against her when Sam sensed something. There was a whistling, something coming through the air, almost like something-
Sam leaped forward, but not far enough. An old billboard, broken in two halves, came out of nowhere and smashed into her. One piece hit her on her slightly right of her spine, and the other piece crashed into her shoulder. Sam crumpled like paper, pain practically carved into her face. Only years of training prevented her from screaming in pain. Her head hit the ground, opening a gash on her forehead and knocking her out for some number of seconds.
Sam was lucky, however. If she hadn't moved, it would have killed her.
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Post by Dakota on Oct 8, 2009 13:45:42 GMT -5
Dakota watched Samantha with barely undisguised pleasure. If she would've known that she was going to get a hit on her, then Dakota probably would've threw in something a little more damaging. But, the distance that Sam got from the momentum was perfect. Dakota couldn't help but flinch a little though as her oppenents wings continually hit the ground, and she was glad to say that hers were still in their, if not bloody, good condition. When Samantha had pushed her back, she didn't go very far, and actually managed to land on her feet, which was quiet a bonus to her. Screw cats, bird-kids could land on their feet at anytime if they knew what they were doing. She saw Samantha finally hit the wall, and Dakota smirked tauntingly to herself.
She kept Samantha's gaze as she got back on her feet, and Dakota instantly slipped into defensive mode when she heard a crack and something falling. Probably barely half a second before Samantha did, Dakota had jumped back, using her wings to transfer her normal two and a half foot backwards jump to almost a six foot graceful jump backwards and the old billboard fell atop of Samantha with an audible crack, and Dakota winced as she saw the formidable opponent that was Sam crumble to the ground like ants under a shoe. The debris instantly filled the air with a thin line of dust that obscured her view for mere seconds before her eyes focused on the form. Something in this ringed to her past, and a memory came flooding through her head.
The tall unmowed grass waved gaily in the slight breeze that overcame the new training area, which was choosen as soon as the snow melted away from the area. It was stationed near the trees, to make sure that whlie training, bird-kids and Erasers were nearly on even grounds, unless the bird-kids went over the treetops... Or if they could even get that far. Typically, if you were going to the treetops, you were losing and the Eraser would come down on you hard, and then the coach would whistle and you would be carted off to Lab to be tested on injections to see what would increase your stamina, bloodflow, ect. ect. ect, to make you better for the next fight. It was all monotonous, but as far as Dakota could remember, she hadn't been at the bottom of the fight in quite a while.
Both Dakota and the Eraser she was currently training with were running out of their stamina for the day. This particular grouping had been fighting for nearly two hours, and they'd been up and doing different sparring activities for almost seven hours before that. This was the last battle of the day, the winner would be champion of the day and would get the next day off. As soon as you finished one session, you were moved to the next, and within seconds you were fighting again. Dakota, having now recovered enough to charge again, whipped out her wings and charged forward at her oppenent, knocking into them with her shoulder and throwing them against a rather weak tree nearby.
Though weak, the tree was probably about twenty feet tall, but the momentum and weight of the Eraser was more than enough to rattle it hard enough so that several large branches, from this tree and another towerering one rather close, landed on top of the poor Eraser, knocking him out instantaneously and pinning him down. Dakota stayed where she was at, watching the Eraser and waiting for him to come back up, her gaze narrowed, her breathing coming back to it's normal pace, and her hair and feathers ruffled tremendously. All and all, it had been a pretty even fight, but she had had the element of surprise in that attack, nothing more. She continued to look at the Eraser, still waiting.
"DAKOTA! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! A NEON SIGN TELLING YOU IT'S OPEN NIGHT?! FINISH THE WEAKLING OFF!" the Coach was yelling at her. This was why she didn't like training; you were expected to kill in order to win. Dakota didn't move, her gaze still trained on her opponent. Coach blew his whistle, one that 'was specially made for when Dakota wasn't listening' as he had put it. The sharp blast rang through her eardrums in the sound of nails on a chalkboard, but a thousand times louder and intensified. Dakota winced in discomfort, only moving enough to cover her hands to her ears to block out the buzzing noise. "GET YOUR BUTT MOVING OR NO MEALS FOR A WEEK! ARE YOU LISTENING?!" She wasn't, she was making it very obvious for him.
The Coach blew another whistle, this one was to say that the session was over. He was red as a tomato, and his brows were so furrowed they looked like a uni-brow or an overgrown caterpillar. A few of the other sparers went and collected the Eraser and bustled him off to the Lab. Dakota was left with the looming figure of The Coach. He approached her now, and she still did not move as his vice-like hand took a hold of her shoulder and shook her violently. "We can't afford you freezing up like this, Dakota," He said with a forced patience. "If you continue to do this, your place here will be destroyed. SO KILL WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE!" He shouted, shaking her again.
Dakota pulled back sharply, breaking his grip with an even roll of her shoulder, turning to look at him with eyes that could freeze Hades over. "Coach, if your stupid human mind could understand that I am NOT an Eraser. I do not kill when the opponent is defenseless. I do not kill for pleasure. I kill for survival," Dakota spoke with an eerily calm voice, but it was veiled and laced with a deadly poison. "Unless you're going to change me into an Eraser in the near future, don't expect me to do anything against the morals of a bird-kid," She finished, and turned to leave, looking finished. After about three steps, she stopped and spoke over her shoulder. "Know very well that I would rather die than became one of those mangy mutts. Good day," And with that she turned and left, with not even a turn back.
Other than the fact that she didn't hate Erasers as much as she did back then and this was a real situation, this occurance was so simular that it made her shiver with the discomfort of that ringing whistle. A small smile came to her face when she remembered that she had, indeed, thrown it into a fire when she had beat that Coach when he had insulted her once more. Simular to the last time, she turned away from Samantha and took an over-turned chair and sat it upright, taking a seat and crossing her ankles in a patient fashion, leaning back in the chair. If Fox wanted to kill her, he could, but she was holding by her morals--which she had very few of--so she would wait until Samantha came too before attack once again.
ooc: Lol, the funny thing is, Dakota will fight like an Eraser because she was raised with them. There's nothing about it in her applications, but if you want to know more, just PM me. XD
Also, just got to 1,205 words. WHOO-HOO~!
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Post by averant2 on Oct 8, 2009 16:00:55 GMT -5
Darkness. It conceals who she is, what she is. And more importantly, where she is. That is what the darkness does for her. Nothing more. Nothing less.
At least, that is what it is doing for her now. Samantha's present use of darkness wasn't always so. Long ago, when Sam was but a small child, the darkness was something different. Much, much different.
Pain.
The darkness had been something to fear. It didn't just make her afraid, it had terrified her. For where there was darkness, there was danger. Danger sometimes full of mental claws, ripping at her mind, and mental teeth chewing up what little coherency she had had.
Only sometimes. Most others it was full of literal claws and literal teeth. Full of the smelly breath of an eraser, of the clean smell of a scientist. In every darkness, there was danger. In every shadow, hurt. Behind every light, there was poison.
Dust.
Then one day, Sam had an epiphany. Once again, she was being chased. Whenever she was caught, she was ravaged, tossed around like a chew toy, barely even kept alive. She was a tool, meant for keeping old erasers fresh. This time, it was one of the wiser erasers chasing her.
She heard him behind her, heard his breathing as he foamed at the mouth. Her wound, newly healed, caused by a newer, less experienced eraser that got too excited, created a constant thrum of pain in her mind that kept her from thinking clearly. All she could do was run.
She came upon a forest, dark and full of shadows from which anything come out. She had a choice. Be chewed up by a physical nightmare, or be swallowed up by a mental one.
What happened...?
She made her choice. She dove in. For countless, heartbanging minutes, she was hunted, while she sat in complete darkness, shivering in a ball. But the eraser gave up. He couldn't find her. It was when he heard his mournful howl that she knew. She knew she had won. And she knew something else. She knew the darkness was dangerous.
But only for the hunted.
An involuntary groan escaped Samantha's lips. She stirred and coughed, moving the only arm she could feel.
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Post by Dakota on Oct 8, 2009 16:48:16 GMT -5
Dakota cracked a small smirk as Sam stirred, but it instantly turned her features into one of puzzlement as she leaned forward to look at her, tilting her head to the side in curiousity. "How come you didn't turn to stone? You tried to dodge something, when changing would've just let it collapse around you and leave you be... Why?" Dakota inquired, crossing her legs and then resting her arms, crossed at the wrist, against the knee point. It was a very calm gesture, to show Samantha that for the moment she was done fighting, and was just curious as to the inquiry she was making now. It was did intrigue her. It would've been easy, yet the building caught her easily. 'Why' questions dominated the brain of Dakota.
ooc: A picture of the stance, since I'm terrible at descibing can be found by clicking here. Sorry for the terrible short post follow-up, Dakota can only have so many flashbacks.
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