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 Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2019 9:17 pm
Since his daliance with Dinara, Mourite had kept a low profile. His fingers still itched to curl around a starseed and pull it from someone's chest. He almost had done so to a civilian earlier that evening, but he'd found the will to not do so. Somehow. He itched to do something, to hurt someone, and get all the restless energy out of his limbs.
Was Mourite good at fighting? Not at all, but you didn't have to be good to slam your fist into someone's temple. Just lucky.
With that in mind, he stalked the city looking for someone he could hit. He avoided all of the flairs of power that were so much more powerful than he, and aimed for something closer to his level.
Like the Page he dropped in on. Rather literally.
"Evenin'," he said as way of greeting as he launched his fist towards the Page's face. That was pretty much the only greeting he'd get.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2019 4:15 pm
Marathon had been minding his own business as he always did when he was in his page form instead of his everyday form.
After the incident with the bird, he avoided being idle for too long because it apparently attracted the type of trouble he didn't care for, but he was still itching to stretch his legs and to figure out how far these 'super hero' enhancements could take him.
He had just taken a breather after messing up what should have been an easy jump when someone approached him.
Evein the guy who looked like a wannabee Kylo Ren (gag) had said before a fist was flying his way. Immediately the page took a step back, hands lifting to block.
"Whoa, what the hell is your problem buddy?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 7:57 pm
Mourite flashed him an ugly grin, and threw a punch with the other hand after the Page blocked his first punch with his arms. This punch aimed for the Page's ribs with more flourish than someone actually trainned would use. He didn't honestly care.
What was his problem? Oh boy, that was a can of worms.
"Lot of things. One of 'em is your existance." Was and was not a lie. This Page hadn't done anything to really attract the ire of Mourite, but he'd been in range of him and an easy target.
The young man just needed an unwilling victim to be his punching bag, and this one was it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 12:59 pm
Marathon didn't fight back.
Instead, he stepped back, hands lifting to block as he could. He could fight if he cared, there'd been enough scrabbles among the race scene that had to be handled with fists that he could but he knew what it looked like any time they were broken up.
"Wow," he drawled, rolling his eyes at the white p***k who decided to attack him.
"You think that I'm a problem, you're the asswipe who's going around trying to pick fights."
He gave the guy one hard shove. "Back off before you regret this."
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2019 8:38 am
Was he going to regret this? Probably. Did Mourite care that he was going to get his a** beat by this page? Not at all. He didn't care because the idea of getting his a** wholloped and bloody didn't actually scare him. His dad beat him enough that Mourite was desensitized to it. It was just... Normal. He failed at something? Fist to his ear. He disobeyed? Belt to the back. It was just the normal response to doing something bad. And Mourite had done something terrible. "Naw, don't think so." Mourite said, aiming a fist for Marathon's lower ribs. He wanted to hurt this person who felt the same as Dinara, who's energy gave off the same pull to shove his hand in his chest and rip the soul from him. Maybe if he hurt this one... It would absolve the confusion and uncertainty in his heart.
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2019 10:56 am
He had hoped that his imposing size and the shove would convince the a*****e to back the ******** off. Unfortunately for Marathon, who tended to avoid violence unless he had no other choice because being arrested wasn't great and didn't care to risk jail time, the guy didn't care to back the ******** off.
Logic warred with his desire to sock the guy in his face when he continued to throw punches. This time, Marathon caught one of the fists and squeezed, as if to warn about what he was capable of before he once again shoved back. This time he stepped back once, twice...until he had enough room to turn on his heel.
Leaving his back exposed wasn't great but he wouldn't be able to take off running if he didn't put himself in that position. Besides, Marathon was pretty sure that he could easily outpace the dude once he started going. After all, he had long a** legs.
"Yeah, no," he mumbled, barely audible to Mourite, "I'm outta here." With that he took off running.
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