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Post by Mischa Badoer on Dec 15, 2009 14:21:34 GMT -8
OM NOM NOM NOM NOM!Mischa sat at the food court, mowing down on a burger...mmmm BACONY! As she ate she looked through her bag full of new treasures she had bought. A few comics....a few meaning.......30! She was deciding which ones to keep in the packaging and which to open up and read the hell out of. Well.. she had a chart at home for some comics that would most definitely go up in the market. But enough about that! She was eating her noms! She sat quietly and peacefully then finally... she was done. Well... she didn't finish all her food.. she still had some ketchupy fries and some burger left, but she was too full to finish. She got up with the tray and headed out...though, because she was klutzy, she slipped on some spilled pop. Yep... soo her tray went flying and hit into a guy. She rushed to his side to apologize. "OMG I'M SO SO-" then she saw who it was... "I meant omg I can't believe I actually hit you... I have good aim." yeah.... she didn't like him. (OOC: that is supposed to be Gabriel obviously... but if you dun like that I can think of a new way they can start to fight? )
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 15, 2009 15:23:27 GMT -8
(ooc: lawl nah it's all cool)
Gabriel hadn't been in the food court long, he lingered aside the steak bowels, nothing amazed him more in America other than it's vast delicacy's that enticed his hunger so. Normally he'd have quite the manners and he did so managing to suppress the feral hunger monster tearing at the bowels of his stomach, that should have more than likely been easy but of course there was a twist.
*Smash*
Right on his tray leaving the food stand. Eyes not fixed on her but his fallen food. Looking down with a somber face, when she started apologizing he was about to be gentlemanly about it and agree right back that it was neither of their faults but then it turned out to be her. The bitch that killed his cousin.
"Oh is that right bitch, was that the same aim you used to strike down an innocent girl!" Gabriel snarled right back gripping his metal trey in his hands as he'd direct it downward aat an angle aimed across her face.
Strength: 70 Dexterity: 85 Constitution: 166 Intelligence: 61 Wisdom: 90 Charisma: 25
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Dec 15, 2009 16:53:02 GMT -8
It was about time they had a little face off. Usually she would try and apologize about the whole killing the cousin thing, but she didn't like the way he handled it. It wasn't fair to shooting people and bring a threat to Reira.
"Oh is that right bitch, was that the same aim you used to strike down an innocent girl!"
"Not fair! I was shot in the arm and I had a muscle spasm! Not my fault she was too damn close to the targ-" and he swung the lunch try. She would try and lift her arm up as quickly as possible to block the tray from hitting her face. Of course the metal and her bare arms connected and made a huge stinging sensation burn her arm red. "Ouw mother fucker!" She would quickly grab onto the tray that he tried smacking her in the face with. With her other hand she would reach for the nape of his neck, and push that down as the other hand pulled the tray up... hopefully forcing his head into the tray.
Of course that wouldn't be a lot of damage if it were to hit him, and if he managed to dodge it, that would only be a ploy to slow him down while her knee would come up and jab into his stomach. So if the tray didn't hit or did, she would still go for the knee to stomach attack. Though hopefully either of those moves had hit, because she needs all the luck she can get!
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 15, 2009 21:50:55 GMT -8
Gabriel didn't play sissy games following his first attack that unfortunately was deflected his motion forward going into the force of the tray as it came forward his neck grabbed and pulled into the tray as the muscles in his neck flexed to reverse but not enough to completely evade it merely dull down the amount of his brain cells that'd be killed that day. Upon first contact he'd roll on the back of his heels at this point his left arm latching out and his right pulling back his momentum. Taking a step back with his right foot he'd be presenting a table top of sorts to use.
At the same time his left hand was used as a grappling hook snatching her arm still attached to the tray and assuming she followed through with the first attack she'd not have enough time to release it. This gave her enough time to either hold true to the tray with her left hand now to the tray. Gabriel's right hand would still be on the tray pulling back his weight into his back and heels. The simultaneous action pulling her headlong over his knee like a child disobeying their parent where he'd be able to provide a good beating to her.
At this point if all successful Gabriel would have tugged Mischa into his kneecap roughly, following it with a swift spanking to her flank.
"DIDN'T YOUR PARENTS TEACH YOU FUCKING MANNERS!!!"
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Dec 15, 2009 22:27:25 GMT -8
So he managed to grab her arm. She was expecting just as much... getting kneed in the ribs. Which hurt a lot. Her breath was knocked out of her and she would have screamed "ouwyouwyouwy" but... she didn't have a breath. He held her down so she couldn't move so she was expecting a huge punch to the back of the head... but instead...
*smack!*
Wha-?
K... yeah that hurt...
But did he just spank me?
"DIDN'T YOUR PARENTS TEACH YOU FUCKING MANNERS!!!"
She squirmed to break free, and if she managed to do so, she would have landed on the floor... then would have scrambled to get up.. with a look of absolute confusion apparent on her face.
"You actually spanked me?! I don't even know what to do with that!" she rubbed her ass a little, still very shocked. "And.. no... they didn't...My mom was killed and my dad raised me as if I were in the mafia..."
Just had to put that out there.
She would grab something at a near by table and throw it at him... it was a full can of pop...not opened yet... so if he dodged that...cool 'cause it would be a ploy for when she threw LOT OF FORKS! At him!
"SO HERE ARE SOME FORKS TO EAT YOUR WORDS, BITCH!"
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 15, 2009 22:33:53 GMT -8
A can of cola, Mafia and Forks walk into a bar, what do ya get?
The fuck if I know.
But Gabriel wasn't here to play more like to eat, or beat the fuck out of a small murderous girl who had the tenacity to spill her words like her mouth was a running well. Regardless Gabriel ducked the can eyes still on her. Till OMFG MISSILES!!! (ooc: for Mikey if he reads.) Gabriel couldn't dodge them all, it was a good thing they were plastic and bounced off his chest as they hit doing absolutely nothing. He looked down for a second realizing her epic weapon of doom..
"Seriously?"
Gabriel shot forward again this time arms mended around the tables, and around her his pelvic forcing her into the table trying to crush her down the middle in two. The headlines tomorrow morning would read something like this:
THE PELVIS CRUSHER STRIKES AGAIN!
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YES ROUGH SEX CAN KILL YOU!
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Dec 15, 2009 23:10:32 GMT -8
"Seriously?"
Mischa's brows furrowed and she shrugged as if saying "so what?" but instead..
"So... You're the one who spanked me... I was just hoping one would poke you in the eye..." then he charged towards her. Now it all happened fast... but next thing she knew... he...trusted her....into a table. Her back got a little sore from the pressure, but still, her face held puzzlement.
"Kay..What the fuck, dude... You spanked me... now you are humping me. Guys gotta get laid." she said with a little snorted laughter... then would totally HEADBUTT HIM! Hopefully making forehead-to-nose contact!
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 16, 2009 12:16:22 GMT -8
The sudden head butt at a close range was certainly unavoidable but luckily with the limited space she'd have the blow would be a tad weaker than a fully unrestrained blow as for Gabriel he started exhibiting signs of watery eyes from contact with his nose blurring his vision for a short while from here he'd cock his head back at and angle and ram it forward this time doing the same thing she'd have just done though this time around he had more charge to it while she was pinned and had nowhere to move. Unless of course she went down? Then who would need to get laid?
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Dec 16, 2009 12:26:58 GMT -8
She made contact with his nose, which was good. Yeah it hurt her forehead and he pressed her palm against her skull as his eyes watered. Mischa saw his head tilt back and she thought he was holding up his face to control a bloody nose, but nope, she had seen he was coming down hard. Now.. LAST MINUTE she slid down and off the table. Giving him very little time at realizing she had slipped away, hopefully he would smack his face against the table.
OH and not to mention how when she was down there... she would totally punch his sack as hard as she could!
Cheap?
Yes
Fair?
Ummm.... suuure.
So yeah.. hopefully he gets a major headache and loses baby privileges!
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 16, 2009 12:37:06 GMT -8
Gabriel had prospected this notion happening it was her only escape so as she ducked away to find clearance between his legs Gabriel's kneecap would spring forward firing harshly into her face. If successful it would deflect the blow to his sack, and cause major damage if not it'd simply deflect for his sack. A win-win you could say.
As he stood there recovering from his head bash a right hand would rise up to wipe free the blood at his nose and clear his eyes presenting better vision.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Dec 16, 2009 12:55:55 GMT -8
When Mischa went to punch him in the sack... he had other plans for her. His knee came up hard, and when she tried to move, she lost her aim with the fist, and the knee came up and smoked her square in the eye. She felt the crunch and the skin on her cheek bone cracked open; she felt the warm blood trickle down her soft cheek. With her hands she would push them on the ground, making her slide backwards, on her ass on the linoleum floor. She would be on the other side of the table, and she would hurry to stand. Once ready, she would put both her hands to the edge of the table and push it forward and roughly, hopefully catching him in the stomach. And just as she finished pushing it, she would use her arms as leverage and pull herself up on the table, taking a run at Gabriel.
Once close enough, she would dive towards him, hopefully knocking him to the ground... yay for whiplash? If she managed all the, she would be straddling him and would send a punch to his eye!
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 16, 2009 13:11:16 GMT -8
So in this case Gabriel was at the edge of extremely pissed off, she was something of a monkey constantly taking hits but rolling with them and continuing on in a new way. She was testing his limits. No that couldn't be she was too happy go lucky for that kind of forethought unless that was her way of divulging such information. Gabriel felt a snarl rise up in his thought before gasping as the table went into his gut roughly.
"Guh."
As she rose to the table top he didn't fear because he was a monster capable of leveling this very building and with his strength he'd flip the table she was running on and throw her along with the table into a poor Asian family noming their meal. Ouch that'd hurt.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Dec 16, 2009 13:40:11 GMT -8
Yeah... she put into consideration he would tip the table over... but she thought smashing him with it first might delay it. But... yeah, she as tossed off. Mischa though, landed on her feet, but being the klutz she was, tipped backwards into a group of Asians. She landed on the table, knocking that over and had tipped some of the Asian's seats over, so some of them landed on her.
She got up as quickly as she could, but she was screaming while doing so. Why?
Because she has sweet and sour sauce running down her arm and it was really hot. She ran to a stall with straws and such and grabbed a napkin. She rubbed at her arm as best as she could, but it was so damn sticky and hot.
"OUW...HOLY SHIT THIS IS HOT...OUWOUWOUW"
She had been shot in the arm. But God forbid hot sweet and sour sauce get poured on her arm!
When she wiped it off, her skin was red from the heat.
"Aw...Gabriel..that was uncalled for.."
Then she picked up the sweet and sour plate and whipped it at him.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 16, 2009 13:54:37 GMT -8
Ducking the hot dish Gabriel chuckled feeling a bit of the stress and rage dwindle, but only slightly he'd want to see her in more pain before he could ever fully forgive her. Instead anger boiled from under the surface.
The eyes of the startled Asian family broke out stepping out of his way as he marched forward hinting at her lack of ammunition to dispose in his general direction made him braver.
"OY YOU SPIRRED MY SCWEET AN SOUR SSSOWCE! YOU GOWNNA PAY FOR DAT! SECURITY!
The little man yelped for help, going completely ignored by Gabriel as he sprung forward throwing his right fist forward into a boob punch. Yes a boob punch!
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Dec 16, 2009 15:35:49 GMT -8
The Asian started yelling and Mischa turned to him with a glare.
"Shht!"
Though that was a mistake when Gabriel was at her..and punched her in the bloody boob! She grabbed at it followed by a loud yelp. It was obviously an insta-bruise and a shocking pain was sent down her arm. Now that boob and arm were no longer functional. Mischa fell to her knees panting.
"That...was low..."
She felt a little sick from the pain. Her arm was still tensed up and her eyes stared.... though a feeling started to erupt from inside her. A blue aura radiated from her body...k wtf?
Mischa started panting... mostly cause she was really confused. Her eyes looked up to Gabriel in worry. She didn't know she could still do it.. she didn't know she could take someone's Qi... and of course, she has not taken his Qi before so it was completely alien to her body. She didn't know how to use it.
"What fuck...what the fuck is happening..."
That and she didn't know what it was and what the costs were for using such a Qi... for all she knew... if she didn't know how to use it.. she could explode.
She could tell her body was starting to get warm, she smelled the heat slowly burning at her clothes. Along side all the food she was near and covered in started to burn.
"OHSHITOHSHIT!"
Her headache was pounding... already... and she was feeling more and more drained...
Yay for his drawbacks along with mine!
Strength: 31(40)=48 Dexterity: 22(29)=38X2=76 Constitution: 24(31)=26 Intelligence: 24(31) Wisdom: 30(39)=47 Charisma: 22(29)=27-15=12
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