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 Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 8:47 pm
Maia's tears continued to roll down her cheeks and something snapped in the girl at the other's words. She was blaming her for the death of that girl. Maia did not kill the girl, no she had done everything in her power to keep the girl alive, trying to return her starseed.
She literally flung herself at the girl, jumping on her, hoping the pair would tumble to the ground. Her first were raised and though she hesitated for a second, a second later she was attempting to pummel the negaverser. Her vision was clouded with tears and she was aiming at all, she did not care where she hit, stomach, breast, face, all fair game. She just needed to make the girl pay, to show her that she wasn't allowed to play with other people lives.
"This is not a game," she shouted, "what did that girl ever do to you? What did she do to deserve having her life cut short?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 10:08 pm
When the pain began, Mica’s brain shut off certain non-essential functions, such as reasonable thought. Why bother, since there was little she could do in self-defense at this point? Instead, Mica began to think about how Maia would be very good at tenderizing meat. Mica was certainly going to be tender if she, you know, lived.
Mica would steal the Pope’s hat for the ability to fight back. She was pretty sure something had broken. Maybe two somethings. And hey, was that blood? Although it was difficult, between the punching and pain and the blood in her mouth, Mica was eventually able to choke out three words:
“ War. Collateral damage.”
It felt like some control was returning to Mica’s abused limbs, but she didn’t try to test them immediately. Her disjointed thoughts were centering around the sounds of hurried footsteps coming from the street nearby. They were close and getting closer.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Shouts and curses followed the sounds; dirty language, mostly. Certainly not friendly. That stood to reason, since from the sounds of it they were shooting at each other.
Maybe they’d shoot the Senshi? That’d be convenient.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 6:47 pm
Maia startled out a her grief strikened rage, by the noises near by. She looked around eyes wide, still seated on the Mica, forgetting the other for a moment. Footsteps and more pops and Maia could swear something whizzed past her shoulder, her fuku ripping and slight burn forming on her shoulder.
She looked back to Mica and jumped up fearing it was another negaverser and seeing the damage she had caused the other she gasped, backing away. She had done that, her hands her done that. Maia was shaking as she turned and ran. Away from the footstep and the popping noised which she though had ceased.
Running and crying. Tonight was two much for her and she needed to, well she did not know what she needed, but right now getting away seemed the best idea.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 10:19 pm
The Senshi was gone. That was good, that meant she wouldn’t receive any additional damage. Well, probably. Around the same time the Senshi fled Mica heard the squeal of tires, so she assumed she didn’t have to worry about stray bullets anymore. Just direct ones.
‘course, getting home could be difficult. Or to a hospital. Yes, Mica suspected she needed to go to a hospital. How though? Maybe take a little nap and idea would come later…
“ Damn girl, you look like s**t.”
Mica cracked an eye to see her guardian angel in all his 6’4” tattooed glory.
“ Help?” She asked, voice untreatably unsteady.
“ I ain’t stickin’ ‘round here, but I’ll call ya a ride.”
With that, her guardian angel – thug with a guilty conscious, whatever – hurried off, leaving Mica to listen for the sounds of sirens. When she heard the ambulance arrive, she had just enough time and energy to return to her civilian form before she heard a familiar voice.
“ My God, what happened to you?”
The best cover story her boor brain could come up with as she was loaded into the ambulance?
“ Lover’s spat.”
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