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 Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 2:10 pm
Gnat was irritable.
The twitter comments about her brother's busted a** hadn't helped, and seeing him come back from the infirmary with stitches had cemented her foul mood. That wasn't the end of it, though. No, it was the nasty bruising on his jaw the next morning at breakfast that had been the last straw, and it wasn't long before she'd excused herself to make her way down to the training grounds, intending to try to take it out on some dummies. Some dummies she mentally named "Peyton".
She wasn't sure why she was so upset. She thoroughly enjoyed kicking his a** from time to time, but having some jumped up b***h do it for her rankled. She was forced to acknowledge that she was being unfair, and that somehow fed into it all, winding her up until she couldn't think straight.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 2:25 pm
Peyton was in a fine mood. Or as fine a mood as she ever got in. Somewhere between slightly annoyed with everything, and general neutrality. Better now then it had been the evening before when her hand had been in a brace with a few broken bones. It was still bruised, but the combined efforts of Warrick and the infirmary had done wonders.
Now she was heading back to the training field, because she had a problem. New to the island, with no one she would really consider a friend yet, and not a whole hell of a lot to do otherwise, she usually spent her free time down at the training fields.
Today there was a girl there, one with Sun emblem on her coat. She vaguely recalled her from the pod room, but didn't know her name.
And then she remembered twitter, and the lovely conversation she'd had with Tuck's sister. Lips pursed, she gave a brief second of thought towards just going back to her dorm, then said a silent <******** it. "Sup."
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 2:29 pm
Gnat responded with a grunt, slamming a dummy in the stomach. It was a few more moments before she turned around. Her eyes narrowed.
It took her a second to connect the face with the twitter account.
"Fancy seein' you here. Thought you broke your hand on my brother's face."
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 2:33 pm
She kind of expected the hostility, but she wasn't happy about it. It wasn't as if Peyton had gone looking for fight with Tuck, it'd been him that had challenged her. She'd just been in the right place at the right time, so to speak.
With a snort, Peyton crossed the distance between them, then held her hand up to show off the black and blue bruises still peppering her knuckles. "Ya, but I also hit the infirmary, and Warrick helped a lot." She frowned, the defensive hostility fading a little. "How's he doing?"
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 4:33 pm
"It'll heal," she allowed. Her concern was somehow even more infuriating. Tuck couldn't even crack a grin without wincing, and she still didn't have the decency to apologize.
After giving her the stink eye for a few seconds, she turned to go back to punching dummies. Dummies didn't inconveniently talk back, or have feelings.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 5:35 pm
"That's good." She frowned, her none bruised hand raising to scratch at her cheek lightly before sink into the pocket of her shorts. Well this was a little awkward, wasn't it?
Had she really thought the situation warranted an apology, shed have given one, but her spar with tuck hadn't been some misunderstanding or school yard scuffle. It had been a spar, and they'd both entered into it knowing there could be injuries. If he'd been her with the gash on her jaw she wouldn't have expected him to apologize to her.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 5:39 pm
"You need somethin'?"
Her question was punctuated by another thwack as the dummy diligently absorbed the blow.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 5:42 pm
Pale eyes narrowed. "Nope, just down here to train." She snorted, pulling her hand from her pocket so she could cross her arms.
"Got a problem with that?"
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 5:50 pm
She stopped and turned around, putting her hands on her hips.
"I might."
Gnat's eyes narrowed.
"You lookin' t' break that other hand?"
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 5:54 pm
Pink lips parted to bare clenched teeth as Gnat gave what sounded undeniably like a challenge. "You gunna break it for me?"
<Careful, squirt. You're still now 100%.>
I got this, War.
Thing fingers tugged at her scarf and threw it down on the ground, and her coat followed suit a second after. Warrick materialized on her hands as they came to hang at her sides.
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Ravvlet rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 5:59 pm
Gnat followed suit, shaking out her arms and limbering up a little. She should feel bad for starting s**t over this, especially after her brother had explicitly told her to be careful but - well, <******** it.
"S'more like it. I think we gotta few things t'work out."
Edward was already summoned and on her hand.
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Ravvlet rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 6:00 pm
Without warning, she darted in, throwing a punch at the smaller girl's midsection. It was different, fighting someone who wasn't tall like Tuck or Evan, and she had to adjust slightly.
HP: 40/40
DMG: 5
CHG: 0/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 6:06 pm
Peyton might have been ready for the other girl to come at her, but she she wasn't entirely ready for the weapon. Was that a ******** gauntlet!?
It connected, and the smaller girl doubled over with a loud grunt that turned into more of a growl as she stepped away, only to side step and am a solid punch towards Gnat's side. With her right hand. The pain as her bruised knuckles collided was instantaneous and sharp, and the blonde had suck in air, blowing it out in a low hiss to keep from making any more obvious of a pain sound.
Yep, this was a bad idea.
"What they hell is your problem anyways?" She shot, dropping into a defensive stance. "S'not like he didn't ask for it. He challenged me."
HP: 35
Dmg: 6
CHG: 03/ | 0/2
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Ravvlet rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 6:17 pm
"You hit him in th' face." She threw another punch, but missed. This was actually kind of difficult. Why did she have to be so damn small?
"More importantly, you broke his FEAR shield. That ain't sparrin', that's scrappin'," she growled. Nevermind that she had done it herself once - that was okay, because he was her brother.
HP: 34/40
DMG: nope
CHG: 1/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 6:26 pm
"So what? It was a ******** fight, are faces off limits?" She ducked around a wide swing, hopping from one foot to the next. Despite the fact she was fighting giants, she found her size to be more of an advantage, then a disadvantage.
"If he didn't want his shield broke, he should tapped out before then, but he kept fightin', and so did I!" She took another swing, again aiming for Gnat's body. Apparently going for the face was a huge taboo now. She didn't really understand the other girl's problem. Rep had beat her down until her shield had broke, and she'd just considered it a damn good match, now apparently that was considered inconsiderate.
"Besides, I broke my own shield too. What's the point of fighitin' if you ain't gunna go all in?"
HP: 35
Dmg: 3
CHG: 13/ | 0/2
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