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 Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 3:23 pm
The urge to keep fighting people, continue staying in motion stayed with America. She tried not to think about the gaps in her days and somehow fixing the house was so much more harder this time, when all she could think about was breaking it a bit more. Unable to sleep and full of manic energy, she wanted to wreck something, she wanted to fight, she wanted to ******** cope with this s**t instead of letting it wear her down day by day. The last was a tall order, but maybe the first...maybe she could convince someone, even if her Sun was out on a mission, Peyton wasn't the only Sun she knew... prolixity to: The Tall Miller fighting in a dangerous and unstable area after dark without weapons except for s**t that comes to hand to: The Tall Miller seems like a valuable ******** skill newbies should be taught to: The Tall Miller just sayin to: The Tall Miller but mostly i just want a friendly fist fight like right now to: The Tall Miller please
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 3:26 am
lizbot to: ******** Yeah Let's skip the rubber bullet guns, though. I suck with those things. to: ******** Yeah In which dangerous, unstable, ill-lit area should I meet you? to: ******** Yeah By which I mean to say "That sounds like fun."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 3:38 am
prolixity to: The Tall Miller warehouse just north of town center to: The Tall Miller therell be a lantern at the door to: The Tall Miller biggrin it was an area that had yet to even be touched by the Town Renewal Project, and thus closer to a post apocalyptic slum than a building on a tropical island should really be capable of. Sitting on a pile of crates, America was dressed for damage in a pair of cutoffs, a paint spattered tank, and boots. The floor was covered in glass and debris and while there was a clearing in the center, it was surrounded by a veritable maze of junk and abandoned storage containers. It was one of her favorite places in town.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 3:57 am
lizbot to: ******** Yeah I'll be there in ten. Going to change into something I don't mind getting dirty. True to his word, Jordan arrived about ten minutes later, wearing a ratty old t-shirt and jeans, heavy boots, and a pair of fingerless gloves. He stopped at the entrance to the warehouse to look around and whistled, impressed. "Looks like a bomb went off in here."
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lizbot rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 4:26 am
Grinning, America hopped down from her perch and tried to look around with new eyes. She nodded and began bouncing on her feet, rolling her shoulders. "One probably did. Thanks for coming out to play. No rules, no worries okay? We're ******** sturdy with common ******** sense."
She gestured widely to include the darkly precarious, dangerous area, time of night, suddenness of the request, and themselves. Both so ******** reasonable on the outside. "Right?"
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 7
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 4:28 am
"So let's go!" America announced, closing the gap between then with a sudden dash. She didn't go for the face just yet, instead dropping low to punch his shoulder and bring a knee up into his side in quick succession. Light on her feet, the girl tried to swiftly hop back out of his range and dodge the counter. HP: 50 Dmg: 10
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 8:41 am
"Common sense is something I've been accused of from time to time," Jordan agreed, and took a swift look around the arena, picking out cover and footing, defensible points and potential improvised weapons. This was simultaneously a great idea and a really terrible idea, he reflected with some satisfaction. Her sudden charge surprised him, and he didn't manage to dodge the fist or the knee; instead, he let himself twist with the impacts, then, as she tried to jump away, snapped swiftly back around, bringing one foot up to plant the sole of his boot hard against her side and half-kick, half-shove. The move pushed him back, and he bounced back a few steps, grinning sharply. "No rules, no worries," he repeated, reminding himself as much as her. HP: 40/50 Dmg: 8
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:08 am
Her reply was a broad grin, strangely brilliant in runic lantern light. he had her stumbling back and she continued the motion. Swinging hands grasped at an ancient oil can which she lobbed at him before wheeling back into a narrow passage between stacked tires. HP: 42 Dmg: 3
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:38 am
The oil can bounced off the elbow Jordan flung up to fend it off, and he hissed a curse and shook his hand as it sent a shock all the way down to his fingertips. But he couldn't stay distracted long, and he slipped between two tottering stacks of packing crates, listening carefully. Was the sound he heard America's footsteps, or was it the slide and settle of debris? But most of the junk in here would be inclined to stay in its place; barring the occasional small collapse, most noises would be caused by unusual disturbances. He paced around the edges of the piles, watching his own footing and navigating toward the occasional small, telltale sound. Twice, though he moved carefully, the vibration or air currents of his passing brought down a piece or two of junk from the nearby piles; he moved quickly away from these. The space wasn't small or familiar enough to listen for subtler cues of another presence, but a small rattling slide on the other side of the fall of bricks and wood he had just ghosted behind alerted him; he judged the angle of a scatter of planks on the top of the pile, picked a brick from the floor at his feet, and tossed it in a careful arc. One plank fell from the top of the pile. Then, with a deep wooden groan, something collapsed, and half-rotten boards came showering down on both sides. Jordan dodged the smaller fall of debris that came down his side of the pile and sprinted away, heading for the cover of a sagging pile of containers. Ferros stayed quiet in his mind, partly cross that he didn't get to play and partly grudgingly fascinated by the tenor of his partner's thoughts, a predatory, stalking mindset that differed in a number of ways from the straightforwardly aggressive confrontation they usually faced. HP: 37/50 Dmg: 7
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 6
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:41 pm
She'd heard the beginnings of the coming avalanche but not in time to avoid all of it, just the worst. Smiling grimly, America crabwalked to the safety of a shadow corner by the wall for a moment to recover and plan. Something else was thrown at a precarious pile not far from Jordan, but all that resulted was a clatter. Moments later America tackled him, not from the opposite direction, but from above. "Tag," she grinned. Her feet were bare. Hp: 35 Dmg: 10
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 4:44 pm
He hadn't quite expected it, just as certain and uncertain as his own opportunistic attack, and she landed on him moments after the deft and clattering distraction. It hurt, and Ferros snarled, itching and urging to be summoned and unleashed. Instead, he twisted in her hold and bit her, gathering himself in preparation to attack or flee. Either, and it all depended on her reaction to teeth suddenly sharp in her wrist. HP: 27/50 Dmg: 3
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 6:04 pm
With a startled yelp and then a laugh, America shoved at his face with her free hand. Hp: 32 Dmg: 2
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 7:22 am
Jordan let go with a laugh, twisting out of her hold and rolling back to his feet; the elbow he aimed at her ribs on the way missed. He scooped a broken piece of rebar off the floor and held it angled, standing in a half-crouch and waiting, a silent invitation. HP: 25/50 Dmg: lol
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lizbot rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 7
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 5:20 pm
Seeing Jordan's weapon, America reached out and grabbed the first thing close to hand: a broom. Much less impressive, but good enough to issue a quick, hard jab to his chest. Hp: 32 Dmg: 6
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prolixity rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 2:17 am
The broom handle hit his chest, and he exhaled hard, but grabbed the broomstick with his free hand and yanked hard, stepping in to close the distance and swing his own improvised weapon. It could have been vicious, but in spite of the strength behind the blow, there was no malice in his eyes, just calculation. HP: 19/50 Dmg: 7
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