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 Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 4:33 pm
Walking down the first floor hallway, America fiddled with her phone, changing Taym's alias back to I call my d**k 'kindness to newbies'. She could have just asked Cee to meet her on the sparring grounds, but the other girl's normal look was the sort that demanded time and America wasn't sure if that extended to spars or not. Better to head off extra primping in person than being left cooling her heels alone. She may also have been hoping for a glimpse at the Cee in that picture, the pretty girl behind the hot one. Rapping on the familiar door, America called out, " Yoooo! You ready to beat on me, honey?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 5:39 pm
Her morning regiment was rather complex but she'd long since mastered the sustainability. Freshening up was never anything more than a spritz of this, a dab of that and a strategic hair fluff. By the time America was knocking, she'd changed into appropriate clothes and was lounging on her new bed scrolling through some of the public network files she'd been browsing. At the sound she bounced to her feet and practically launched open the door. Unfortunately America wouldn't yet glimpse her au natural and Cee had on fairly simple black spandex workout gear. Well... maybe not so simple. "What up gurl!?" America got an enthusiastic and tight hug. "Check it oooouuuuut.." The only thing familiar about the room was the four walls. She had scavenged furniture, draped scarves, and a multi-tiered display of her shoes. It was as opposite Taym's style as was physically possible. "Movin on uuuuuuup." Cee shimmied.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 11:27 am
America didn't take in the room right away because Cee hugs generally involved a series of very nice curves which she would of course take a moment to appreciate while returning the gesture. The skillfully gilded woman in front of her was not the sight that had sparked her interest, but she was a sight to be admired either way. Grinning down at the smaller girl for a moment, America finally looked up to glance around at the changes. It was like a completely different room and a the sense of relief that gave nearly made her sigh out loud. This was not the room she'd felt was such an integral aspect of someone she cared about, nor was it the place of fond memories. It was just a room, and a very nice one at that. " Oh, honey, looks like you've gone and made yourself a pretty little place for yourself." There was sincere approval in her voice and expression. Some people didn't bother settling in, treating their room as a storage space or just a place to stay until they leave again. So rooms like this were always a pleasant sight. "It suits you and damn I forgot how many shoes you had," This was also treated with a certain admiration. " Jesus wept, my Aunt Bitsy would sing some praises over those."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 11:41 am
There was satisfaction in compliments when they were well deserved and besides the room itself, her shoes did deserve to be noticed. It didn't stop Cee from dramatically lamenting. "You shoulda seen what I hadda leave back home.. unnnghhh.." She whined and threw her head back. "An'acourse I hadda leave like ALL my clothes." A quick flip open of drawers showed a scant collection of lacey underthings, only about 2 pairs of socks, and piles of standard issue Deus greys in various modified styles. She'd made herself belly shirts, tank tops, over the shoulder baggy pieces, and several pairs of booty shorts. Thankfully leggings hadn't taken up much space in her suitcase so she had more of those than anything. "Priorities.." She lilted sadly. "So how bout we go shoppin in a couple'a monts when I git some phat stacks ta spend?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 7:17 pm
"Well, sometimes less is more," she gave Cee a knowing grin and continued, "...but I'm always down for a shopping trip." Idly stretching her arms above her head, the up coming spar and simple desire to move spilling out bit by bit, America went on, "Except for a resupply mission for the leads, most of my shopping lately has been at hardware stores and IKEA." Which she loved, but the girl definitely missed all the hours and days set aside for girly indulgence that had accompanied her earlier, less ambitious, schedule. "So how many spars have you been in so far?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 6:26 am
"Oh girl don'even git me started on the shopping missions." She huffed, hair flairing out around her a moment in the breeze. "I hadda go food shoppin and it was like the wors'experience of my life ok." Cee stopped by her desk, a standard issue that had been in the room when Taym left. On top she had set what looked like a mirror ripped straight from one of the bathroom walls. It hadn't escaped the recent glass issues but the glue must've been strong. Cracks spider webbed widely from one corner, but there was just enough unmarred surface for her to admire herself, purse her lips and fluff up her hair one more time. She gripped her boobs, squished and manuevered them, and then turned to America. "You mean how many times did I git whooped?" She huffed bitterly. "Like.. three. But turns out two of 'em were all like.. ranked up an's**t." An offered arm, motioning to the door, indicated she was ready to go. "But my ******** weapons tryin'a murder me so I ain't gonna be suprised if it's soon ta be four."
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 1:33 pm
With a grin, America led Cee out, admitting as they went, "When I was a trainee I only won a single spar, and that was my first one. Was in Sun too, so that s**t got galling as ******** even if I learned a lot and most of them were ranked up." She'd fought a lot in her prior life and had come to the island confident in her ability to beat the s**t out of other s**t. It had taken more motivational self-pep talks than America was likely to ever admit to not get down about it. With a wry look she continued, "Now that I'm intermediate and in Moon, it's a bit different. But that's no matter, 'cause I'm gonna be defending against you today, so the only a** getting whopped should be mine, I'm just gonna be tryin' to make it hard as possible." The bit about Cee's weapon though, caused America's eyebrows to shoot up in confusion, "Well that's a bit backwards, 'cause it's the one keeping you alive too."
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 5:58 am
"Yeah well maybe she's got some sorta ******** up sense'a humor or somthin I don't know." Cee scowled again, a common expression when dealing with her weapon. "She never talks.. never tells me nothin ta do ta improve." She huffed audibly. "It's like this..." She made arm motions like something was wrapped around her shoulders, heavy. "Like.. when you reach out fer something but yer sleeve gets snagged but you don't realize right away and can't figure out why you just can't reach." Cee waved the analogy off all of a sudden. "Thats a super bad comparison. Whatever its like claws.. on my ******** heart or something." Most got annoyed with the chattering of their weapons. Cee was bothered by the silence. "And then sometimes she drops my sheild fer fun! Like.. to draw a little blood or somethin!" How dare she.
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lizbot rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 3:38 am
"Yeah, mine makes me do poses sometimes," America agreed, eyes growing distant. "But even if they look like a joke, he's pretty serious about them. Kon's weapon makes him do a special code thing sometimes." Shrugging, she gave Cee a small, wry, grin. "She's not really human, right? Maybe that's her way of saying she likes you. Like pulling pigtails, n'such." The conversation on Twitter with that one person. He Wheel something, came to mind. At least one person's weapon was apparently pretty bad news for them, but America kept it to herself in case Cee hadn't read it. No need to worry the other girl further. reaching the training fields, America summoned Stryker and quietly took a moment to marvel at the altered form, of golden wings curling in on each other like a secret that only reveals itself when truly put to the test. Hands gripping the long golden chain, the girl grinned, "Well how 'bout you try to draw a bit of blood on me n'see how fun it is." HP: 50 Def: 3 Charge: 0/3
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iloveyouDIE rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 5:52 am
"Yeah.. maybe.." But Cee wasn't convinced. If they all started as bloodthirsty beasts, she was just sure not all of them were the supporting friendly type. Was it so much to think she may have a bad one? Didn't the bad attract the bad? When America summoned her weapon, Cee whistled, "Hooooo girl what the ******** even is that thing? Damn!" The golden winged weapon was definitely impressive. "There some kinna technical name fer that?" Her own whips felt inadequate next to the gleaming ball and chain. Her confidence in her own skills remained at an all time low, a bothersome trend that only extended to the battlefield. Still the silver whips were soon grasped in her hands like liquidy silver tendrils. "I ain't gottem down yet.." She grumpily admitted. Cee had worked on the form and so the proper wrists flicks came more naturally for her. She was now having trouble with the range and though she licked them out towards America, the strikes came a few inches short of striking her. ---------------------- HP: 40/40 Dmg: 0 Charge: 0/3
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lizbot rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 5:07 pm
"Ball and chain, s'far as I'm concerned." There was a mild protest from Stryker, and she added with a smile, "But some folks call it a flail or meteor hammer." America watched the gleaming whips with calculation and a small thrill of foreboding. They were weapons made for pain as much as anything else, and she recalled the spar with Sasha and hooks all those months ago. but the moment was gone as soon as Cee made her disgruntled admission. With a nod, the girl replied easily, "Weapons like ours, they aren't just stabby slashy. When I got here I was all about smashing s**t with Stryker's ball and it meant like, when I hit things I really ******** hit things, but that didn't happen nearly often enough." Shifting her balance and posture with Cee's small stature in mind, she cheerfully went on, "The weirder weapons aren't easy at all, but once you've got a handle 'em they're pretty amazing!" HP: 50 Def: 3 Charge: 0/3
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iloveyouDIE rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2014 5:22 am
Cee circled, moving forward and lashing towards America again. One more the strikes were either a few inches short or her aim was just a tad off. The lines of annoyance started to crease around her mouth as she grew quickly frustrated with herself and her weapon. America's positivity was both admirable and a bit annoying, but Concetta had rarely ever had to actually work for anything in her life. The few skills she had, like sewing and cooking, had been drilled in since birth by her traditional mother. She'd never had to try to do them well, as they were an ever present requirement in her rearing. She'd never bothered with sports or cheerleading, and social skills were as easy as breathing air. To try was just awful. "It does.." Cee was clearly reigning her growing anger and attempting to find the positivity. "..do a cool thing kinna." She lifted the whip and draped it over her arm, pulling it across the fabric. When the razor sharp metal touched her it seemed to soften harmlessly, an almost imperceptible shift aside from the fact that the fabric should have shredded. "She won't hurt me.. which I guess is nice of'er." Cee snorted derisively. -- HP: 40/40 Dmg: 0 Charge: 0/3
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lizbot rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2014 1:47 am
America watched the trick, clearly impressed with that much if not quite with Cee's attacks. With a wry grin, she replied, "Yeah, but I can see what you mean about not helping you, either." America didn't bother to shift her stance further, waiting for the Death trainee to change up her positioning instead. She could wait until Cee found her range. "She's gonna have to step up, sooner or later, though. Elsewise she'll look plain bad instead of just difficult." It was said with an exaggerated casualness, the sort you'd use to unsubtly goad someone into action. HP: 50 Def: 3 Charge: 0/3
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iloveyouDIE rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2014 6:30 am
"Yeah.." Either Snap took the hint or Cee had simply finally found her momentary niche. America's subtle goading had worked. She side stepped slightly and lashed her whips against America's defense. The first seemed to hit the other weapon harmlessly but the second whip lashed around the other woman's arm and when wrenched backwards twisted it's blades into her body. Cee's lips twitched, not too eager to reveal her pleasure at the solid strike but pleased none the less. She could even feel Snap's weight in her mind unravel a bit, a freeing and positive encouragment. "So girl.." She was circling now, foot over foot in cautious preparation. "How's things witchu?" Because a battle was the best place for gossip. -------------------- HP: 40/40 Dmg: 8 Charge: 1/3
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lizbot rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2014 3:44 am
The first was met with approval, the second even moreso, but before America could comment, she was suddenly gasping as the blades sunk in. She reminded herself that it wasn't just a normal pair of whips that Cee held. Shaking her arm with a wince, the girl offered up a wryly pleased smile. "Busy and busier. Things I've been working on are coming together, and somehow that just means more and more work. It's nice to just get out here and train a bit." To just dip into the purely physical, even if it wasn't as immersive as her morning run, it felt good to pare things down into hit block hit.
HP: 45 Def: 4 Charge: 1/3
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