Roid Rage [Gidget/Carson]

[Gidget]

Gidget wandered the worst parts of Palisade City, with far less fear than a tiny, malnourished little girl should have. She walked like she owned the streets, despite looking like a stiff breeze could blow her over... and for the most part, people left her alone. Whether it was her bravado, her reputation in Tent City, or the fact that she was easy to overlook was regularly up for debate, but most people let her wander as she pleased.

She rounded a corner, hands tucked in her pockets, her violet eyes scanning the area. She had no idea what exactly she was looking for, or why she was out and about, but she just wanted to get away from it all for a little while.

[Carson Addler]

"AYYO, Who's sassy lost child is this?"
Hollered a voice nearby. Having been released from prison not too long ago, The young boy had tried to go back to the old tenement house he grew up in, only to find out his folks had been evicted during his incarceration. Effectively homeless, the young man had made his way to tent city to bunker down for the next few weeks.
He had been squatting with another group of youths while rolling dice before catching sight of Gidget.
"Walking pretty tall for a nine year old in a bad neighborhood, Where's your mamma at?"

[Gidget]

Everything in the tiny girl tensed, and she turned to look at the idiot. Child. What was with people calling her child these days? She narrowed her eyes at the stranger and crossed her arms.

"By the look of it, I'm older than YOU, asshat," she hissed. She glanced at his friends. Taking on one idiot was one thing, and doing so in or around Tent City gave her a sense of comfort. She came here regularly, most of the people knew her... Hell, she brought them food multiple times a week and listened to their stories. But taking on a GROUP of thugs...

If those other kids were his friends, she was in for some trouble.

Still, she couldn't seem to keep her big mouth shut. "At least I know HOW to carry myself, and I'm not running around here pretending I'm some fucking gangsta. Step off."

[Carson Addler]

"Aaaaaaaaah You even chirp like a nine year old wit'yo 'Chris Hanson using you as bait to catch a predator' head ass."
Carson retorted with a dismissive wave. He was about to say more when one of the other boys, who were eyeing Gidget warily before apparently recognizing her, leaned over to tug on his sleeve. After a moment or two of whispering, Carson suddenly jerked his head back, half in surprise and half in disgust before turning back to the little intruder.

"Boy's here seem to think you're some sort of 'Celebrity'."
He sneered.
"But all I see is a tourist. Why don't you tell me what makes you King shit of Tent City?"

[Gidget]

Gidget smirked the moment she was recognized. She spent most of her time on a computer, as anonymous as she could manage... but here in Tent City, it was a different story. She kept the people safe from the law, kept them fed whenever she could manage it... and even kept herself free from the Droogs, the most powerful gang in Palisade City.

"If I gotta tell you, seems like YOU'RE the tourist here, boy," she hissed. She didn't recognize him, but that could have been her own negligence for all she knew. She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him, before she took a moment to nod her thanks to the one that recognized her. "You feeling froggy, come jump. See how quick you find yourself out on your ass. I ain't afraid of some punk ass poser."

[Carson Addler]

Now it was Carsons turn to look uncertain. He looked back at the others, who immediately began to make gestures essentially translating to 'ABORT ABORT NOT A GOOD PLAN BRO!'. He knew things would have changed while he was locked away, cut off as he was from most current events.
He was actually considering just letting the whole thing go and dismissing the little squirt when all of a sudden they spoke the magic words that made Carsons hackles rise.

The crowd collectively facepalmed as Carson shot straight up to his feet.
"Oh Naaaaaaw, Imagine being called a, and I quote, 'Punk ass Poser' end quote by some trumped up runtling trying to talk that good shit."
He snarled, advancing menacingly towards the young celebrity.
"COULDN'T be me."

He would try to loom them, one hand cupping his ear.
"Now why don't you say that again now that we're nice and cozy?"

[Gidget]

Gidget stood her ground, as if some guy a foot taller and double her weight didn't scare her. She didn't flinch, didn't shift, didn't whimper. Instead, she stared straight at him, her violet eyes flashing with challenge.

She leaned forward, practically purring to him in her most seductive, feminine tone. "Punk. Ass. Poser."

She was fully prepared for him to try to swing at her. Her gaze remained locked on his frame, on his body language, and as soon as he made the move to try to attack her, she would sidestep him, so fast it would make most people's heads spin. She didn't aim to attack him back, knowing that her strength was... well, rather pathetic. Oh no. She would just focus her move on getting out of his way.

[Carson Addler]

Now Carson didn't normally make it a habit of throwing hands at kids, or people half his size for that matter. Unfortunately he always had been a spiteful little shit and in his eyes Gidget had absolutely embarrassed him in public.

And Carson never did take shame well at all.

Cursing, He would lash out with a kick-
-only to have it hit nothing but air. Momentarily confused, He would then lash out with fists and feet in a flurry only to wiff each and every blow.
"Would....you fucking....STAY STILL GODDAMNIT!"

[Gidget]

"Why? Only a punk ass poser would want to make it easy," she hissed at him as she continued to move. She made sure to stay just outside of each of his hits, her violet eyes flashing wildly with adrenaline. She made sure to keep her dodges as unpredictable as possible, not wanting him to find a pattern to her movement.

She had no fighting skills, but she was smart... and she was relying on the fact that most street punks were known for getting lost to their rage.