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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-20)
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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 6:36 pm
Peyton frowned down at Jack as he crumpled to the ground, a broken toy, handled too roughly. "Get up," it came out soft, barely a whisper. Or, maybe, a wounded animal that needed to be put down. She could do that, would be happy to. A little pressure at his throat, a snap, and that would be it. No more pain, no more weak little sounds that didn't belong to the giant. When he pulled against the cable she actually moved forward, let him reel her in. The growl remained, but the threat was gone. She looked down at him impassively, disappointed, as he hissed up at her. "You're supposed to be on my level." She hadn't considered, while making her list, that Jack hadn't ranked up as well. He was smart, he was fiercely ambitious. So what if he was a ******** sociopath, They'd promoted crazier assholes. Her head tilted, gaze twitching up in the direction America had settled in, then back down again. "This is training," she reminded him, not rising to his bait, not this time. "You agreed to these terms." Like hell she was going to let him cry now. One thing he said did break through that calm exterior, and she'd snort, softly, and give a small shake of her head. "She's already seen me at my worst, Jack, just like you." I'm afraid that the monster will break free, and there will be no hiding it from the eyes of the ones I love. What color were her eyes? If she look in a mirror would they be their usual soft lavender? Or red? The hand not holding the cable reached out, sliding through blonde hair and closing over a large handful. She missed the green. HP: 34 Damage: 3
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 6:42 pm
She wasn't stopped. He had quite a bit of a mop on his head to clench, easy enough to secure.
"Wrong." The word came out haggard but stronger than the rest. He gave a wet cough. "You can always be so much worse."
His barrier was fragile, it was impossible to ignore Owain's quiet warning even without his body throbbing in pain. It surprised him that the giant wasn't pleading for him to stop, though--in fact, he hadn't said a word since Jack agreed to the fight. Maybe Owain too wanted him hurt for once.
Didn't matter: it was a foregone conclusion to everyone he ever met and interacted with substantially. The vision in the Tower didn't come from nothing.
"Wrong. Wrong again, Creedy." The smile was back without any emotion behind it, framed with pink teeth and purple bruises. He wheezed and trembled and looked on the verge of just collapsing, and yet Jack ******** Hawthorn refused to lie down. "Point wasn't ever me gettin' t'your level: it's you who's gotta sink t'mine."
In a last muster of strength, he yanked on the cables to bring her arm to him, where he promptly lunged, grasped, and began to bite down hard.
hp: 2
damage: 4
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:05 am
With a calm sort of distance, America watched Peyton and Jack's devolve into something else. Casually, she hopped off her make-shift seat and walked as close as she could get to them without actually being part of the tearing scrabble and posturing. She smiled, a bit wry, when Pey still called it training. Bandages in hand, the Moon crossed her arms and continued watching without interference. She trusted her Sun implicitly, even with Jack's continued struggle providing excuse after excuse to put him down.
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 1
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 9:37 am
He was right. Peyton knew where lower places to sink, she just hadn't found them yet. She would, at some point. Of that there was no doubt. An inevitability that was unavoidable. A creeping darkness that ate at the light, just out of sight, but there, getting closer. Jack was down, but he wasn't out. If there was no last ditch effort to cause damage then he was no longer the same man, and whatever this was, whatever she used him for, was gone. He would be nothing, not worth her rage, not worth her attention, not worth anything. A broken shell of a man that had been spent up, ready to be tossed aside. Gone. Forgotten. At least with this he did not disappoint. Pink teeth showed in a last feral grin, then he was yanking at her, dragging her closer, to lock jaws over her arm, biting. "<******** dog," she snarled it, yanking at his hair, hissing in pain as that only set his teeth in deeper. If her shield had been lower she'd have bled for him, but there was nothing for him now but the taste of skin, and dust, and dirt. She jerked at her arm, bringing his head up with it, because he'd be damned if he would just let go. He wouldn't be him if he just let go. Between his teeth, and her hand on his hair, she had his head more or less trapped. The Sun leaned in, bringing her face close to his, so they were on eye level. "Lower as I may go, Jack, I will never reach your level." A cruel, ugly little smile tugged at her lips, fingers tightening to tear hair from his scalp. "No matter how high you climb, or how hard you try to drag me down." All at once she let go of his hair, but it was only so she could c**k that tiny fist back and slam it into the side of his head. HP: 30 Damage: 4
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 11:23 am
Skin was delicious. He couldn't taste blood (hers, not his, his there was plenty of), that was the problem. The barrier wouldn't let him. Fighting without weapons had been an experiment, but it didn't compare to the real thing: it was feral and base, yes, but it didn't give the same satisfaction. Getting Fear for his partner, he realized, was almost the same as feeding himself. This? This was exactly like trying to break Peyton's skin with his teeth: the prize was right there, but he couldn't reach it. She yanked his hair and he bit down harder, his bound hands digging nails into their prey even as the cable squeezed tighter. He felt the pressure everywhere (pain upon pain upon pain, jerking, restraint, hate absolute hate) like it always was to him, but as always he wouldn't bend to it. Jack met her gaze with something darker than loathing. He wouldn't break, not first, no, the thing that needed to break first was her ******** shield, and then each individual finger and toe, and then her arms and legs until they could be ball-joint dolls, and then her ribs so she could fight for breath— But the crack that he heard was his own. For a moment it looked as though Jack would hold on mercilessly to her arm regardless. And then he unhinged his jaw, dragged his nails and bits of glass down her forearm, and collapsed to the side with a wheeze, all but deadweight. A series of coughs and spits left him as he caught his breath, each sending a small spasm through his body that added to the agony that was not just losing, but losing with an audience who wouldn't give a s**t. No fun.He should have thought to ask someone to come along as well, but that just wasn't how he operated. His problems, his way. And apparently, now his punishment. Jack forced a laugh between breaths. The concrete was nice and solid and still a little warm from the sun beneath him; it made the nerves in his glass-riddled hand feel that much more like little firecrackers. "********' dog, huh? S'new. Guess that's...'ppropriate for...for a ********' b***h." Even on the ground and bleeding, he still couldn't shut up. He laughed again, and before it turned into another loud cough it almost sounded genuine.
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lizbot rolled 1 12-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 12:38 pm
With a sigh, America finally stepped in, bandages at the ready. Boy was a ******** mess, but she couldn't truly fault the way he'd kept getting back up. "I'll get him back to the infirmary unless you wanna badass posture for a bit more? Stryker says you probably got at least a few more one-liners left in you." Bandages: 6
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 5:22 pm
Knuckles collided with his head and for just a second she thought perhaps she'd have to hit him again, because the pressure on her arm only increased, teeth digging deeper. She growled, lips pulling back in a mingled mix of irritation and loathing, and that small fist drew back a second time. He was a ******** dog with a bone, snarling at her, ready to snap if she try to take it away. Well <******** that. Then the moment had passed. His jaws unlocked, mouth sliding away to reveal to the perfect, angry imprint of teeth against her skin. It made her hiss, wincing, more for the sight than for the actual pain. Her shield was still firmly in place. < That was reckless.> Peyton rolled her eyes, breath leaving in a strained rush as she scrubbed the blood and spit from her arm with the bottom of her shirt. He is the only one on this island the posses any real threat to me. It had to be him.Well, maybe not as much a threat as she had thought. For now. When he got stronger, clawed his way up to her rank, thing would be even again. Warrick gave a grunt of assent, begrudgingly accepting her logic before slipping away into a quieter corner of her mind. The coughing drew her attention down again, though pale eyes were at their most impassive, even as he threw an insult at her. "Isn't it though?" She couldn't even argue the logic. For all the good that she carried, Peyton was still a b***h, deep down, at her core. She knew it. Hell, she relied on it. Her head cocked to the side at that last laugh, expression slipping into thoughtful lines. For all she understood of the giant, he was still an enigma. Predictably unpredictable. Maybe she would have asked, curiosity building up through the rage, but America had slid in at her side, bandages at the ready, and she was blinking up at the taller girl as if she'd forgotten she was there. "No," she frowned, gaze twitching back down to Jack. "He's not worth it." It was more enraging for him if she gave him nothing but that stony silence. Projecting superiority.
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