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 Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2018 8:24 am
Quote: You're walking home in the dark and soon hear the sound of footsteps following behind you. Every time you turn around, nothing is there. If you try to quicken your pace, the footsteps start running right along with you. No matter how you try to see behind you--if you use your phone camera or if you look in window reflections, you can't see anything...but you know it's getting closer. If you don't run fast enough, you can almost feel a hand on your arm, a breath on your neck... You need to get home, fast. If you can.
The other part was that she'd walked home in the dark back in February and lost an arm and most of her hair, which hadn't been super great, no. So she wasn't really a big fan of walking home in the dark. (Not that she had ever been, but she was even less so now.)
Normally she wouldn't have been still caught at a light at this hour, the sun already down, navigating by street lights and store signs. But normally she wouldn't have gotten caught inside a Spirit store for an extra almost -an-hour due to rain and rain and rain, and the streets were still wet, and she was glad enough she'd taken to wearing flats after her accident because she couldn't reach out and catch herself the way she had used to --
There were footsteps, behind her. Heavy footsteps. Her heart leapt into her throat.
Sunny turned around and there was nothing there. And she turned back - and there were footsteps, again, coming closer. Okay. She looked up at the roof - ducked into an alcove, covered by awning, the sandwich board sign close enough to cover her if anyone was watching from the street - and called on Babel like a second skin, like she hadn't done in months. It didn't feel like a second skin. It felt like exactly as much of a costume as the ones she'd been looking at, with their glitter and signs and iridescent stripes, just one with so much less flutter and flair to it that it could pass for formalwear -- she hated it, hated how easy it was to be and become Babel of Saturn -- but if there was someone chasing her, or following her, she was at least a little stronger this way, a little faster - not fast enough to keep her alive. She knew that intimately. But fast enough to start running.
The footsteps started following her, though, keeping pace with her, and Babel's heart was in her throat. Choking her with spreading fear, with paranoia, with no no no no no -- she was so caught up in her own awful thoughts, spirals of what could happen and what might happen, that she almost slammed into the other woman; as it was, she kicked up a decent amount of mulch and dirt. "Sorry, sorry -- it's just -- there's." She took a deep breath, hand on her chest, lungs desperately fighting for air. "Something was -- following me, I don't know -- what it was. But it's probably still coming."
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2018 9:27 pm
Genevieve didn't normally go out in the rain, unless she had to, rain was not something she enjoyed being out in. Perhaps she was a bit like her cats in that way, as none liked the water it seemed, but she had needed to do some shopping and so had needed to venture out into the cold wet night. Boots on, made just for dealing with this sort of weather, she was on her way home with the bag of cat treats. One of the furballs she happily owned had gotten into the bag and the group of them had managed to finish off the bag - together.
Deciding, at some point, that the trip back home was taking too long the dark blue eyed female ducked into an alleyway and powered up. It wasn't something she would normally do, powering up just to get home faster, but damn it if she wanted to continue walking about in this s**t weather.
What she was not expecting was someone, a knight it seemed, to slam right into her as she was making her way down the sidewalk looking for a low enough rooftop to get herself up onto. Without much thought, or any at all, she swung a fist towards the knight. "You're just hearing things." Not something she'd normally say - not ever. But she was intent upon getting home and seeing her cats and getting to bed - hiding away in her room. She'd started scratching and itching earlier in the day and her skin was not looking good. She didn't need, or want, anyone to see. Now she was being delayed and the weather was still piss poor out, even if the rain had indeed stopped.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 9:30 am
On a scale from one to ten, if ten was 'extremely expected' and one was 'actually life is a video game and we're all living in a simulation and I have proof', Babel supposed being punched was somewhere around a four. This was sort of-kind of what she'd started running to avoid! More proof the universe just had it out for her, she assumed as she stumbled backwards, already aching. The other woman hadn't pulled her punch at all, and Babel was more than a little fragile these days.
So fragile, apparently, that she found herself swallowing down a sob when she tried to speak. "What the ******** is wrong with you? You can't just punch someone!" Well, this woman could and had, but that wasn't the point here. It was rude. You weren't allowed to be rude, you couldn't be rude, it was bad -- she shook her head to try and clear her thoughts, but it only reminded her she'd just been punched for what seemed like no reason.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 12:00 pm
"I can and I did." Not normally for the senshi of vampires and yet right now it was perfectly normal. Also, normal apparently right now was stomping one of her heels as she took a step towards the page. "You got in my way - you ran into me. You got what you deserved." Yup, she was certainly not herself and she wasn't even aware enough to regret or feel for what she was saying or doing. She was just...ok with how she was behaving because she didn't see the issue with it. Right now it worked right in her mind. They had run into her and so she swung and hit them for it - all good.
"You should watch where you're going and not go running into people - you could hurt them." Staring down at the page as they seemed to be crying, or something similar. They certainly were upset by her actions; and she didn't much care. it didn't matter what she said and yet she was the one who had hurt the other, that she hadn't been hurt, it just mattered that she'd been run into and she was not in the mood for anything tonight - not at all.
Infact the senshi of vampires, looking like some sort of gothic doll, kicked one of her heels towards the downed page. :You should also move, you're in my way." As if she owned the sidewalk, or something similar, the page was on the ground and in her way and was making a scene and they seriously needed to move - she wanted and needed to get home! Why couldn't they move?!
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:00 pm
She felt impossibly weak, awfully tiny, and altogether an abject failure. It was just -- all these little tiny things that had been setting her off all day, lights running too long and rain trapping her inside and tripping on loose gravel -- Babel wanted to get mad, she did, but all she could manage to muster up was just an awful bitter sorrow like her insides were a rotted fruit.
She was a grown adult. There was no reason for her to have started to cry after one punch. So why was she being so pathetic about this, like she would break and rot with a touch?
She grabbed at the Senshi's ankle instead, mostly stopping the kick, and pulled -- the woman could try that on for size. Babel just wanted to do something productive and make that fear into anger instead.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2018 10:28 am
With her foot in the others hands, and her balance thrown off, it was no wonder that the super senshi came crashing down towards the ground. "Can't get out of my way and now you wanna fight!" She was not happy, not happy at all, and from her place on the ground the sore and likely bruising senshi went to hit the other. She didn't aim she just flung out an arm at the other - intent on hitting her.
When this was over, whenever she was feeling better, she would no doubt feel bad for attacking the poor knight so randomly and viciously. It was, at least for her, vicious. The senshi of vampires wasn't the sort to attack people, aside from now, so this was rather nasty for her.Daekie Sorry on slowness. it seems to go from one event right to another...or two more. lol
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2018 4:25 pm
It was too hard to guard herself, as it was, as everything was; an arm slammed into Babel's face at an unfortunate speed, and she recoiled, pulling her arm back from its' clutching grasp on Nephthys' leg. If they'd been standing, she surely would have overbalanced and fallen, but at least on the ground she couldn't embarrass herself any further -- even if her nose was probably going to bruise. It wasn't like she went out enough for anyone to see it and comment, anyways, not with the shambles she'd made of her social life and hadn't tried to fix yet.
She wasn't really any sort of fighter. She had been a pacifist, up to a point, and then Labyrinthite had arrived with his scythe and cut that want to smooth things over calmly out of her, along with her arm. Even if she wasn't a pacifist anymore, she still wasn't any sort of fighter. Not as it was. She had some ideas, maybe, about what she could do for it; ideas she had no doubt other Knights would scorn and dissuade her from, try to pull her away from, but she was tired of living like this.
Pulling herself back, Babel pushed herself up off the ground and forced her face into politeness, and tried to listen -- whatever was haunting her seemed half-gone, or gone to find easier prey that was more alone -- it was enough of a change for her to start leaving, but not before offering (in the most faux-pleasant way possible) "You should really try an attitude adjustment for the season?" over her shoulder.Sleet Tempest Snape fin on yours or with this, idk
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2018 9:18 pm
(Fin with yours. I liked how you ended it. ::Nods:: Ty for the rp. If you ever wanna do a meeting, after the Halloween incident, we can. ::Nods:: or anything else. )
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