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 Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 4:24 pm
She stood over him, and again, it just wasn't as satisfying as it could have been. The threats garnered no form of reaction. It hadn't been the first time someone had threatened her bodily and lasting harm. Hell, it wouldn't be the first time someone had accomplished it. She still had the scar on her foot, the scrawled letter on her side Jack had given her only weeks before. He could try, like others before him, and others after. He'd just have to beat her first, and she was every bit as ruthless and tenacious as he was.
She chuckled at the mention of wanting to see under her shell, and as Warrick reformed as the twin bands on her thumbs she pushed fingers through the fly-away wisps of curling hair to clear it from her face, holding it back from delicate features. A monster. It was there at the tip of her tongue, but the smirk she'd been wearing faltered quite suddenly at that last comment.
"How do you know that?" Pale eyes narrowed down on him, hands dropping to her sides. Pey had only told a handful of people that she had Noah weren't together anymore, and not a single one of them would have shared that information with Rep. It meant he'd gotten it elsewhere, through Noah somehow. Probably through Al, the little weasel.
All the anger that had drained away during the fight was back again, rekindled by the knowledge that Noah couldn't have just kept his mouth shut to Rep's ******** lackey. Hadn't he done enough to her?
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 4:31 pm
He didn't stand, he couldn't stand yet, he just lay on the ground, looking up at her with the smug smirk he so often wore.
"Because I ******** do." he said, refusing to tell her the obvious. "And it serves you ******** right." He laughed raggedly, feeling triumphant even through the pain. "And what if I told you, I could have stopped Al? I could have told him not to go after Noah. He asked me. But I didn't. Because you are a b***h and its more than you ******** deserve."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 4:45 pm
The hands at her sides curled up slowly into dainty fists, tightened, and then began to shake the longer he spoke. The pieces were falling into place, clicking together, and her lips pulled back to bare teeth that were clenched tightly closed.
<Peyton...> She didn't want to hear his sympathetic tone, and inwardly she snarled at him.
Noah had left her alone, avoided her, broken her heart. And he'd done it for Al. He'd ******** left her for Al. After he'd promised her that she didn't have to worry about it, that nothing was going to happen, that he loved her.
Her chest hurt, throat closing up, and she could barely hear over the blood rushing through her head, but Rep's ******** voice managed to rise above it. All at once it was just too much, and she snapped. With an almost feral scream of rage she brought one dainty foot back at a sharp angle, and she kicked him, right in his smug ******** face, as hard as she could.
The wards were in place, he wouldn't die, she couldn't really even hurt him, but she could sure as ******** cause him pain.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 5:09 pm
There was a thrill, deep down in Rep's gut when he managed to get past someone's defences, strike them off guard and sink his talons into their emotions. Even if it was for a mere moment it became completely worth to see the rage and hurt in their expression like a pure sun beam that cut through the fog of intention and façades. He became privy for a second to her intimate pain and would have said more -
- but the kick to the face meant that he did not.
Pain utterly exploded behind his eyes as she connected with his nose, the old pre-island injury meaning that even with the shields, the knock-on agony of the blow spread throughout his face and skull like wildfire. It was like everything stopped, the register of pain leaping off the scale.
He pulled himself away from her with one hand, but even as he did so, arched his back and retched, the pain too much for his body to handle. After throwing up he rolled over, away from it, onto his back, wiping his mouth and gasping for breath, eyes closed, the pain fading from a scream to a roar that at the very least didn't threaten to knock him out.
"That felt so good." he said, gloating in the face of the wards. "Think you can do it again?" he asked, finally opening his eyes, still breathless. "Make it count this time, eh?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 5:19 pm
It wasn't enough. Even as he recoiled, wretched, rolled away from her. It wasn't enough because the wards kept it from being enough. They let him smile up at her even as he winced through the pain, laughing at her pain.
Almost casually she closed the gap, and when she reached him agian she bent and closed small fingers into a handful of messy bi-colored hair to haul him upward by it so their faces were close and she could meet his eyes. "You wanna know what's behind the ******** shell?" her voice was a venomous hiss. "You're right, it's not a nice person." No reason to pretend otherwise, not now. Rep had never seen her as anything else anyways.
She didn't have great leverage for it, but she'd already laid the ground work for some serious pain with the kick. Fingers tightened, and she brought her head down, slammed her brow against his nasal cavity, and shoved him roughly away again as she straightened.
"If you want to hurt that can be arranged, but not on this ******** field."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 5:47 pm
Rep hated the wards, he resented the inherent cockblock that was part of their design, you could never get real traction, you could never truly harm or wound, you couldn't sink your teeth into someone, only scrabble ineffectually at the surface. Normally that had frustrated him, made him want to scream in rage at the end of every battle where he was left clawing at air like a tiger behind glass. But this time it was Peyton who couldn't reach him, who couldn't really harm him the way she wanted to, and for the first time he found himself smugly savouring the hated wards.
He inhaled sharply as he was hauled up by the hair, and it was a sound not entirely of pain, the lop-sided smirk closer to her, close enough he would have been able to smell her if not for the blood that filled his nose and sinuses, that clotted and dripped at the back of his throat with every ragged breath. If she'd been Sasha he'd have closed the gap and bit her, sunk his teeth into her lips, but she wasn't and he couldn't move, couldn't stand on his own. "S'a pathetic person." he slurred.
The headbutt once again sent him straight into a world of pain, curling on his side on reflex into a semblance of a foetal position. But even as he strained for breath, spitting out more blood onto the dirt (the blow had clipped his jaw together and bitten his cheek once again) he laughed.
"A ffff a ******** glesga kiss" he said. "How ******** fitting. And naaaaawwww. You'll never ******** see me suffer. You are just a wee ******** girl. Come back when you are a woman fit to face a real ******** man."
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 11:19 am
In this moment the wards were nothing but a hindrance, but later, when the anger had receded, she'd appreciate their interference. Probably.
At least he could feel the pain. It might have been dulled, over too soon, but it was something at the very least, and she savored that small taste as best she could. Watching him writhe on the ground as he struggled for breath around the blood that had started flowing from his nose and down his throat. It was a cold comfort, but she would take it.
"That's the funny thing, Rep. You're always ******** suffering." It wasn't as if he hid it well. That self loathing, those insecurities. They were out there for everyone to see, to exploit, to dig into and pick at. "Everyone sees your pain, because you don't have a damn clue how to keep it buried." Or maybe he did, and there was just so much it had to spill out. Regardless, it was there. A ******** billboard with big, bold lettering.
She thought about kicking him again, just to make him writhe, see if maybe she could make him wretch again, but she wasn't so far lost in her anger that she didn't realize there could be repercussions for a continued assault on a hunter that was already clearly down. "When the time comes you'll have to let me know where I can find one, cause it sure as s**t ain't you." A derisive snort followed, a growl rumbling up under her breath as she turned away from him to go retrieve her water bottle.
"If you wanna throw down again, you know where to find me." Bottle in hand, she started heading for the dorms.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 2:29 pm
Rep just laughed, there was no need to argue with her, no point in arguing about the fact that he wore his own problems on his sleeve, it was true that he didn't know how to hide them and had never learned. His point was made regardless, and he simply watched her.
"If you say so." he purred and then watched her go, staying exactly where he'd fallen.
It was a good bit before the blood had clotted and his energy returned enough to pick himself up and stagger drunkenly back to his dorm.
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