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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 8
Total: 9 (2-16)
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 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 8:33 am
Claude's lips curled up briefly in a disgusted sneer. The urge to roll her eyes was incredibly strong as well. Gross. This woman in front of her was just gross. No class. "Well, it all makes sense now." Claude dipped her head towards the woman after that little gesture she did. "I now know why everything that comes out of your mouth is s**t." Admittedly, the trainee was not expecting Cee to just abandon her weapons and lunge at her. Claude's gray eyes widened momentarily before they narrowed. Her pistol disappeared out of reflex, shifting back into a ruby ring on her finger as her hands immediately shot out to grab Cee by the wrist the other by her own hair. " Is this high school?" She hissed. HP: 31 / 40
DMG: 3
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iloveyouDIE rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 11:32 am
Cee hissed, the familiar rise of anger that always came from a knockdown-drag out fight rushed through her, accompanied by a sense of manic glee. This was what she'd missed in all of her fights here. The urgent need to just <******** someone up. "Nah b***h. This is just fun." She barked with a crazed giggle, releasing Claude's hair to scratch at her face. Their mutual writhing only caused her hand to slip and shred down the front of the other woman's top. HP: 9/40 Dmg: 2
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 11:36 am
Fun. Claude had to thoroughly disagree. It was even less fun as Cee's nails scratched her face, and then shredded the soft breezy fabric of her limited amount of tops, revealing a black bra underneath. Oh, no. No. This wouldn't do at all. The trainee let go of Cee completely, only to reached out and then snatch the other woman by the front of her coat and cut off t-shirt. Claude's lip curled up into a sneer as she raised a ring-covered fist and aimed to punch Cee in the face. HP: 29 / 40
DMG: 8
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 11:52 am
At least she could take a punch. Her FEAR shield held on by a thread but the force left her dazed. Cee's head bobbled a moment and her body sagged. The tiny girl sort of slumped and the clothing in Claude's hands just ripped as her tiny body fell to the sand under it's own dead weight. Cee lay in a momentary stupor, a foolishly pleased smile on her face even as she lay on the beach with her (very nice) bra bared to the world. Her head spun but she blinked to life, turning to Finn's filming and muttering through a swelling jaw, "Git my good side.." HP: 1/40
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:01 pm
Claude immediately threw the scraps of Cee's clothing in her hand to the side, and sneered. "You don't have any good sides." The trainee looked like she wanted to go after her again, and made a move like she was about to, before she stopped. Instead, she settled for towering over the fallen Cee and narrowing her eyes at her. HP: 29 / 40
DMG: 0
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iloveyouDIE rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:05 pm
"Sounds like a jealous b***h thing ta say.." Cee laughed, trying to prop herself on her elbows as her head stopped swimming. Snap liked to make her feel each and every hit, like some sort of punishment for failure. Cee then dug up a seashell in her fingers and winged it at Claude's head. She missed but laughed and gave the woman the finger. HP: 1/40 Dmg: 0
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Lucyal rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:07 pm
Claude said nothing, and instead as Cee propped herself up and then flung a shell at her head, she was done. Her lips curled up again in a sneer as she pulled a leg back and then delivered a swift kick in the ribs to the woman on the ground. She didn't deserve a fair hit. HP: 29 / 40
DMG: 9
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:33 pm
"Finn do I got a shiner? Did you get that?" Cee hadn't even been looking because she assumed Finn would be swooping in to fix her up. She didn't see the kick coming. She wished she'd had a chance to give the camera a parting wink. Or maybe a duckface. Instead Concetta was kicked clear across the sand. Consciousness left her just as the air did. Thankfully she wasn't conscious to feel her ribs crack or whatever other horrific things happened inside of her on account of the trauma. She at least would have liked to dictate what be on her headstone.... unfortunately Cee wasn't dead.
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Seussi rolled 8 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 1
Total: 23 (8-32)
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 7:06 pm
All it took was a second's hesitation, or just one small distraction. Cee was already down on the ground and clearly injured, which meant that this spar had come to a close. Finn smirked down at the foolishly smiling woman, making sure to zoom in on her beautiful rack before saying. "Oh trust me darling, I am." Before casting a glance Claude's way, his smirk only growing wider as he made sure to catch the full view of the torn up fabric that was once a perfectly presentable top, and the glimpses of black bra underneath. "Your's too, sweetheart." This really couldn't have gotten much better, in his opinion, as what had once been what seemed like it was going to be a complete waste of his time turned into something that was actually somewhat worthwhile. And then it all just turned to s**t. If he had to pin the blame on one person in that moment, it would have been hard for him to decide between the two window lickers he was currently witnessing. One who was knocked down on her a** but still thought it was a good idea to agitate the one who had put her there, and the other somehow in return thought it was a good idea to nearly kill the one who was already knocked on her a** by booting her across the sand. "Oh you freakishly gigantic stupid b***h." Finn growled, but only after turning off the recording and slipping his phone into his pocket in one smooth motion. Wrenching Trynt out of the ground he had stabbed the weapon into with one hand and grabbing his supplies with the other he shoved past Claude in a none too gentle fashion, and skidded to a halt in the sand at Cee's side before dropping to his knees. She was out cold. He checked her pulse first and foremost, while watching and listening for signs of breathing. She was alive, and that was enough knowledge for the moment to allow him to get his weapon ready, mentally prompting Trynt to do his thing and waiting for the glowing magenta runes to intensify, the color spreading over the entire lance before he set it down, pressing it against a nearly bare chest. The vibrant pink glow spread along Cee's skin for just a moment. Would it even do anything if her shield was down? He had no ******** clue. s**t. Shiiiiiiiiiit. He desummoned his weapon. It might have been a useless attempt anyways. Her shirt was already torn so he reached over and tore it the rest of the way down, throwing the fabric to each side and exposing what he was dealing with. Already bruises. Internal injuries? Her skin was warm and that was at least a good sign. Fractured ribs was a high possibility. Higher yet when he noticed her breathing wasn't as smooth as it should be. Gloving up his hands he gently checked other areas of her body for injury, then wiped at his brow with the sleeve of his shirt. She needed x-rays, and there was nothing he could do here. Bandaging up broken ribs was out of practice as it constricted the use of one's lungs. Underneath his bag, he had a fold out emergency stretcher, and he pulled that free of it's ties, preparing it. He got out a neck brace and worked to place it on her carefully to keep her head in place while he moved her, and did his best, alone, to move her to the stretcher without jostling her too much. He could pull it himself, but it was best to keep it straight and level. A hard glance was given to Claude. "If you help me carry this thing I'll consider not reporting you to a superior." iloveyouDIE what am i even doing lmao /am such newbie bby cry
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 10:25 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 11:26 am
It had been a pretty low and less than honorable blow. A kick to someone who was down, literally, but Claude didn't care. It was fair in her book. If Cee didn't want retribution, she shouldn't have provoked her into it. She also felt pretty confident that she didn't kill the woman, so really, no remorse. Her lips curled up in a light sneer still as she looked down at Cee, and then Finn who, after finally putting that damn camera away, was doing his job. She buttoned up the front of her coat to cover her ripped tunic top, and then leveled an equally hard glance back at the intermediate trainee. "Threatening me, Finn?" She asked with an edge to her voice. "Maybe you should have been on top of the situation as the responsible superior instead of filming the two of us, hm? How could you let things get out of hand?" She just stared at him flatly, but moved across the sand and took up the other end of the emergency stretcher. She didn't wait for him to raise it, though, and instead just picked up her end.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 6:11 pm
Finn scoffed a laugh, and the look he gave Claude at that moment might have been one of pity, had the hard gleam of his eye softened in the slightest. "Let's get one thing straight here, you ignorant t**t. I am a medic. My presence during this exercise was meant as a means of learning to work while out in the field. I am not here to babysit grown a** women." And then he looked at her, his lips curling up in a cruel smirk. "Especially ones who didn't know when to let their a** stop growing." Was he calling her a** fat? All signs point to yes. "As for the film." He started, turning away from her to reach down for the stretcher himself, hefting it up the moment she did so. "Simply all a part of my research, darling. But if you'd care to take this situation up with my division lead, feel ******** free." He began to walk along, clearly not giving a s**t about her return threat, or whether or not she took it up with anybody.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 5:17 am
Claude's face stayed impassive as he decided to throw a bunch of insults her way. Her eyes fluttered briefly, looking like she was resisting the urge to just ******** roll them. "What is this, Finn? High school?" She asked him. "Can't say anything else intelligent, so you want to just throw around insults instead? You ignorant ******** trainee then let go of her end of the stretcher, letting it drop to the ground. Claude crossed her arms, and just stared at him. "If you care to take this situation to my division lead, feel free." She returned, staring at him for a moment longer before she turned on her heel and headed in the opposite direction from him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 7:05 am
Did she seriously just throw his own insult back at him? Wow. Her originality was outstanding. Also she didn't seem to have a grasp for the definition of ignorance, which was pretty ******** fantastic as well. He was expecting her to drop the stretcher. In fact, he was absolutely counting on it. Luckily she had the back end, however, and Finn was prepared enough that the stretcher eased quickly to the ground on both sides rather than jostling and bouncing and likely injuring the current patient more. And than Claude stormed away, and while Finn knew that turning her in would likely lead to consequences of his own, because this place was completely <********> like that, he only had a single thought to pair with it. It would be so ******** worth it. Finn's cold gaze and incredibly smug smile followed her as she left, before he kneeled down next to Cee again, checking her pulse and breathing while taking out his phone and texting a friend for help, one that he knew wasn't going to be completely useless.
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