06-02-2006, 07:32 PM
The first full night of sleep did not find the human well.
She tossed and turned, her pillow/supplies sack becoming the victim of many an assault while she slept. Every time her body would cooperate long enough to slip into the realm of dreams, the same thing kept rolling through her mind?the image of her victim as the back of his skull erupted from her precise shot.
When she awoke, she learned her kill?s name. Son Goten. Finally there was a name to the anonymous face. They aren?t really dead, Violet. They come back?just the same as you will should you befall an unfortunate arrow to your skull.
The thought should have been reassuring, but for some reason, it brought her no comfort.
Resigning to herself that she wasn?t meant to get any sort of good sleep, she forced herself into consciousness, taking her position as lookout while the others slept. If anything, it took her mind away from the murder she had committed last night.
Morning came; they ate, and once again, set off for yet another hike to their next destination. A few chuckles lightened the mood, all at Kid?s expense, but other than that, nothing really excited her.
She needed a fight. She craved it. Something to take her attention off the impending doom that inevitably waited for them. It may not be today, maybe not even tomorrow?but soon. Soon?
Without hesitation, she dropped her sack in the dead, matted leaves, and faced the group.
?I want a fight. Now.? She eyed the surprised faces. ?Not to the death, not to injure. Something...just?FIGHT ME!?
Her aura swept up around her body, blood rushing in her veins as the adrenaline surged through her. Eyes narrowing into slick, golden slits, and that dark, deadly mask fell over her face.
?Any takers??
?Whoa?Violet. Calm down.? Seventeen hobbled up to the enraged female, on hand reaching out to her leather clad shoulder. Sweeping away her grape colored hair, it seemed his gentle touch had subdued her, at least momentarily. ?We can?t afford any more injuries or inhibitions in our clan. There are still thirteen fighters out there, just waiting for us to do something stupid, like what you are doing, to move in and kill us all.?
?All I wanted was a little friendly fight, that is all.? She glared at him. There was some truth to his words, she knew it, but it didn?t deter her desire to pound some flesh, in one way or another. ?Perhaps you would be so kind as to-?
?No.? He said simply, firmly. ?I am in no shape to take you on right now. Perhaps after this whole mess is over, but not now, Violet.?
?Are you just simply playing pussy, Seventeen?? She leaned in closer, the fire sparking in her eyes never fading, just growing stronger.
It wasn?t just the atrocity she had done yesterday that had her so enraged. The moment Yamu?s name crossed Karl?s lips over the speakers, something snapped within her heart that could never be mended by simply ?Talking it out?. She was sick and fucking tired of ?Talking? shit out. Why talk with your lips when you can coherently get your point across with a few well placed fists to the jaw, or chest?
She had met the bald titan way back in the BAS tourney; their fight had been something epic. The chemistry Yamu and herself had shared within that square ring was undeniably addicting, and nothing she had encountered since had matched it. Now, though, her hopes of ever encountering him again for another round were gone. He was gone, and with it, a small chunk of her soul. There were so many things left for her to do that involved the fighter, and the disappointment that filled her with a rage that burned white hot.
The need for release was too overwhelming.
Seventeen never answered her. ?My offer still stands. I want a fight. Now.?
OOC: Hello 2nd red star. =D
She tossed and turned, her pillow/supplies sack becoming the victim of many an assault while she slept. Every time her body would cooperate long enough to slip into the realm of dreams, the same thing kept rolling through her mind?the image of her victim as the back of his skull erupted from her precise shot.
When she awoke, she learned her kill?s name. Son Goten. Finally there was a name to the anonymous face. They aren?t really dead, Violet. They come back?just the same as you will should you befall an unfortunate arrow to your skull.
The thought should have been reassuring, but for some reason, it brought her no comfort.
Resigning to herself that she wasn?t meant to get any sort of good sleep, she forced herself into consciousness, taking her position as lookout while the others slept. If anything, it took her mind away from the murder she had committed last night.
Morning came; they ate, and once again, set off for yet another hike to their next destination. A few chuckles lightened the mood, all at Kid?s expense, but other than that, nothing really excited her.
She needed a fight. She craved it. Something to take her attention off the impending doom that inevitably waited for them. It may not be today, maybe not even tomorrow?but soon. Soon?
Without hesitation, she dropped her sack in the dead, matted leaves, and faced the group.
?I want a fight. Now.? She eyed the surprised faces. ?Not to the death, not to injure. Something...just?FIGHT ME!?
Her aura swept up around her body, blood rushing in her veins as the adrenaline surged through her. Eyes narrowing into slick, golden slits, and that dark, deadly mask fell over her face.
?Any takers??
?Whoa?Violet. Calm down.? Seventeen hobbled up to the enraged female, on hand reaching out to her leather clad shoulder. Sweeping away her grape colored hair, it seemed his gentle touch had subdued her, at least momentarily. ?We can?t afford any more injuries or inhibitions in our clan. There are still thirteen fighters out there, just waiting for us to do something stupid, like what you are doing, to move in and kill us all.?
?All I wanted was a little friendly fight, that is all.? She glared at him. There was some truth to his words, she knew it, but it didn?t deter her desire to pound some flesh, in one way or another. ?Perhaps you would be so kind as to-?
?No.? He said simply, firmly. ?I am in no shape to take you on right now. Perhaps after this whole mess is over, but not now, Violet.?
?Are you just simply playing pussy, Seventeen?? She leaned in closer, the fire sparking in her eyes never fading, just growing stronger.
It wasn?t just the atrocity she had done yesterday that had her so enraged. The moment Yamu?s name crossed Karl?s lips over the speakers, something snapped within her heart that could never be mended by simply ?Talking it out?. She was sick and fucking tired of ?Talking? shit out. Why talk with your lips when you can coherently get your point across with a few well placed fists to the jaw, or chest?
She had met the bald titan way back in the BAS tourney; their fight had been something epic. The chemistry Yamu and herself had shared within that square ring was undeniably addicting, and nothing she had encountered since had matched it. Now, though, her hopes of ever encountering him again for another round were gone. He was gone, and with it, a small chunk of her soul. There were so many things left for her to do that involved the fighter, and the disappointment that filled her with a rage that burned white hot.
The need for release was too overwhelming.
Seventeen never answered her. ?My offer still stands. I want a fight. Now.?
OOC: Hello 2nd red star. =D
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