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Post by narakunohana on Feb 2, 2009 19:57:56 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2
Names of Fighters: Sacricia Emily Lourdes E. Delos Santos and Sarah Quinn
Arena Description: An open lot nearby the school. Semi-grassy with a small mound of sand right at the middle.
Match Type: To the Knockout!
Special Rules:
- Stat/RP Combo!
- Special Condition: No weapons.
Remember: Grace period is one month, so if someone doesn't post for a month from the last date posted, the last person to post auto-wins.
FIGHT!
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 2, 2009 20:56:31 GMT -8
Sara made her way easily across the field behind the school. She was pissed off, and was trying to clear her head. Some guy had tried to pantie raid the locker room, while all the girls were still in there. She had thankfully been nearly fully dressed, but it was the principle behind the matter. If this was how things were going to be at this school, she was not happy. The pantie raid, another kid had thrown a rock at her like a grade schooler, people were fighting left, right, and center... What kind of school was this? So here she was, angry and annoyed at the world, trudging across a field in an attempt to calm down.
Sara had decided that while she walked, she might as well take the time to explore a part of the school. It would hopefully help clear her mind to be thinking about something like exploration. She had not had much of a chance to look around the grounds yet, and had decided to do it now. She had nothing better to do anyways.
She sighed, pulling her arms up and wrapping them behind her head, staring at nothing. It was a pretty average place, with nothing really catching her interest. She decided to simply continue on her way, making a complete circle around the school, and hopefully, by the time she hit her starting point again, she will have calmed down.
Her soft shoes padded on the ground, the hems of her pants swishing as she walked. She was hot in her pants. She wished she had worn something more comfortable, but at least her arms were cool, the breeze playing across her bare shoulders and arms. Her hair hung down her back in her ponytail, bouncing and swaying against her back as she walked. She dropped her arms, sighing. Something caught her eye. It appeared to be an open lot, with something in the middle. She changed her course, heading for it, curiosity finally making an appearance.
As she got closer, she realized that the small mound in the middle was a little pile of sand. She closed the distance and reached the lot, walking right up to the sand. She glanced around in front of her and dropped to a crouch, digging her fingers into it. It was warm from the sun, and very dry.
She dropped backwards onto her ass, pulling her legs inwards and crossing them. She sighed, letting her arms fall to the ground between her crossed legs. She had come all the way over here for a pile of sand. What now?
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 3, 2009 9:20:58 GMT -8
All hope is gone, and sunset has come within her heart today.
The woman would hear a slight tap on the sidewalk pavement as a little medicine container rolled to a stop. Emily had been getting headaches recently. Was she experiencing late withdrawal symptoms from her medications?
After all, she had been taking them for a few years, and she suddenly stopped them without even getting any sort of consent from her Doctor. Of course, shit's going to come down one way or another.
The white-haired girl stumbled into sight, leaning against concrete walls while clutching her head. "Get... out... of my head... Kari..."
Her voice was pained, and she looked as if she hadn't gotten any sleep. Thank God it was going to be a weekend tomorrow, and no one was to see this.
Maybe she spoke too soon. Looking up, Emily saw an unfamiliar face: A girl who probably studied in 259 as well. "Wh-a-aat are you d-d-doing here?" She asked, "Le-Leave! Please!"
Emily doubled over. Pain was taking over, and this wasn't going to end well for her. Her medicines were right beside her, and she knew it. The girl was more than tempted to get back to being dependent on her medications, but more or less chose to overcome her demons on her own.
To hell with biological defects. To hell with the scar on her hypothalamus.
Friggin'.... hell.
"Fufufufuufufufuuu..."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 3, 2009 10:02:51 GMT -8
Sara sat there, gazing at the mound of sand. Little more then a few minutes had passed since she had found the open lot. Why was it, that when her life should more exciting then ever, what with starting a new school, moving into her uncles house, and just making some big changes in her life, that her life seemed more boring then ever? She glared at the sand as though the fault lay with the inanimate pile in front of her.
She sighed, dropping her head in frustration. She put her hands on the ground in front of her, but before she could push herself up, she heard something behind her. She never would have heard anything if it hadn't been so completely silent in the lot. She turned her head towards the sound, and watched as a girl stumbled into view.
The girl looked sick. Sara briefly wondered if she should help her. She strained her ears as the girl began to talk, trying to hear what she was saying. She made out the word leave. Thats it... I have to at least check.
Sara pushed herself to her feet, turning to face the girl head on. The girl doubled over. Oh crap. "Are you alright?!" she called out, walking tentatively towards the girl. She got close enough to hear the girl laughing quietly. Sara stopped, realizing something was up, staying a short distance from her, and asked again.
"Are you ok? Do you need help?"
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 3, 2009 11:33:12 GMT -8
"Are you alright?!"
The girl became quiet, soft laughter turned down to meet eyes with the kind stranger. No, she wasn't alright. Not right now.
"Are you ok? Do you need help?"
"Fight." She muttered, before-- "FIGHT!"
Springing up quickly, the white-haired pillar tackled the young woman. Her shoulders would meet quickly with the girl's abdomen at full, uncontrolled and unsuppressed force. Apparently, this girl was crazy.
A little over the top!
Should be exciting! What would this girl do?
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 3, 2009 19:15:05 GMT -8
Sara was about to take another few tentative steps towards the girl when she heard the giggling stop. She really didn't like the giggling, it chilled her right to the bone. But this girl obviously needed help, and the last thing Sara needed was to walk away, and then something happened to her. Pshh, right, I don't need that crap. She decided it would just be simpler to help her.
Just as Sara lifted her foot to take another step, their eyes met. She dropped her foot. Something was wrong here. Very wrong. She immediately bent her upper body forward into a defensive crouch as the girl started mumbling. What the hell was going on here? What was with this stupid school?
"FIGHT!"
The girl launched herself at Sara, slamming into her before she had time to react. She could feel the force of the blow push into her, and she felt herself being pushed backwards. She didn't fight it, knowing that trying to withstand the blow would hurt more then just letting it happen. Instinctively, Sara clutched at the girls back and head, her right hand slipping into the girls white hair.
As Sara was propelled backwards she lost her footing, her feet leaving the ground. Knowing that the shock of hitting and sliding across the ground was coming, she tightened her fist in the girls hair, grabbing the hair between her fingers, gripping it and pulling and twisting. She was determined to at least keep a hold of the girl when they landed. Her other hand grabbed a fistful of the girls shirt. She braced herself for when she hit the ground.
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 4, 2009 7:10:16 GMT -8
Emily was berzerk. Borderline crazy at this point.
Goddamned withdrawal.
They would land on the grass, where Sara would hit her back. The girl's hands pulled against her hair, and Emily hissed in pain. To break free, the crazed girl did a headbutt right onto Sara's head: forehead to forehead.
"Leggo!" She said, bashing the girl's head over and over until she lets go. That is, if she did, Emily would roll away and go on all floors, the soles of her hands and feet on the grass.
Of course, the fight doesn't end here, but Emily's forehead would be a shade of pink.
Emily needs a good hit on the head to get her back. That's all she needs.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 4, 2009 15:46:37 GMT -8
This girl was friggin' INSANE. Sara slid another couple feet across the grass, her fist clenched in the girls hair. They stopped moving and Sara opened her eyes just as she felt the girl push and pull against her hand, and slam her head into Sara's. Pain exploded in her skull, like a tiny explosion had rocked her brain. She hissed through her teeth, wincing, as she felt the white-girls head move again. She instinctively threw her head to the side, and she felt the girls head graze her cheek, pain exploding where it had hit.
She arched her head away further, trying not to let go of her hair, but not get hit by her head either. She's going to friggin' kill herself if she keeps this up. When the girls head came down next, Sara used the chance to open her eyes and try to figure out a plan. She saw the sand mound, not to far away. Her eyes scanned the ground closer to her.
There. Sara could see a rock in arms reach. It wasn't very big, but big enough to hold in her hand to use as a weapon. Sara released the girls shirt, reaching out for the rock with her left hand. She felt the girls head smash into her reaching arms shoulder, but it was only a glancing blow, the pain not enough to stop her.
Her hand closed around the rock and she pulled it in towards her, lifting it. Sara gripped the girls hair tighter with her right hand and strained her arm to keep the girl still. She brought the rock down on the side of the girls head with as much force as she could manage, letting go of her hair to make sure her hand didn't get hurt, and then pushed against her, trying to get her off. At the same time, the girl rolled off when she felt Sara let go of her hair.
Sara was on her feet in a second. She didn't even turn to see if the girl was ok, she simply prayed that the hit with the rock had been enough to stun her long enough that Sara could reach the pile of sand. She ran as fast as she could. If the white haired girl didn't stop her, she would reach the mound, dipping her hand in as she ran, and pulling out a handful, turning around to watch the other girl as she continued to move, backing her way to the other side of the pile of sand.
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 4, 2009 20:38:51 GMT -8
Well, Emily wasn't at the right state of mind, and at the flurry of headbutts it seems that she didn't notice that Sarah was already making plans of her own. A rock slammed against Emily's temple, the force enough to pull the girl to roll around 2 meters away before stopping.
Hair slightly dyed a bright red, Emily wearily sat up a few seconds later. Hissing, she licked at the blood trickling across the side of her lip. Interestingly, that kinder side of her was already trying it's best to come out and overcome this persona, or "Kari" as normal Emily would name her.
But as of now, no avail. Emily would rush to the woman on all fours, targeting her leg for a nice chomp right at the back side of the leg. Should she wriggle, the girl would bite further down.
Just a little more...
Just a little more...
[Successful hits to the head left until Emily is knocked out: 2]
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 4, 2009 21:01:30 GMT -8
Sara had almost reached the sand. So close now. Just a little further. There! She bent forward to grab a handful, her hand dipping into it when the other girl grabbed a hold of her back leg. She felt an intense pain on the back of her calf. Sara tripped falling hard onto her stomach.
Twisting her body to face the girl, Sara was shocked to see her biting her. She growled out a sound of pain, twisting her body as far as it would go, and bringing her free leg up and pulling it in. She threw the fistful of sand into the other girls face, and brought her foot out to connect with her head, kicking over and over until the white haired girl would let go.
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 5, 2009 19:26:57 GMT -8
Sand brought to her face, Emily let go of the now bloodied leg and had the foot planted into her face once or twice before grabbing it with a hand, gripping it tightly and twisting it hard to the side. Emily couldn't control her strength as of the moment, so it was most likely done with enough force to dislocate bones.
Yeah, interesting female versus female catfight. Not exactly a fight anyone else would find interesting, but still amusing to look at.
The white-haired crazy woman growled, rolling away suddenly and breakdancing back into a crouch, clutching her head.
[Successful hits to the head left until Emily is knocked out: 1]
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 6, 2009 19:01:00 GMT -8
Sara managed to land a few hits to the girls head when she finally stopped biting her, letting go of her leg. Sara was hissing in pain through her teeth. The girl had bitten hard enough to break the skin. Before Sara could do anything else, the girl twisted her foot. Sara tried to move with the twist, trying to avoid worse damage, yet she still felt more then heard the little pop as her ankle was dislocated. Sara let out a small gasp, as the pain hit her. She girl rolled away from her, growling.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself for what she was about to do. She needed to act quickly. She took her shoe off, tossing it at the other girl, and grabbed her foot by the arch. A dislocated ankle was easier to fix with a second person. Alone, it was a little harder. She grabbed her foot and pulled it down and out, sliding the ankle back in place. She nearly screamed in pain. Damn bitch...
She tried moving her foot. It hurt, really bad, but it would be fine. She would definitely need to go get some help with it when this was over. The bites as well. She better not have rabies or something. She turned to watch the white haired girl, waiting to see what she did next.
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 10, 2009 11:10:17 GMT -8
Well, ideally, a dislocated ankle was a difficult fix. It took much more than mere pulling and such to get it fixed due to the number of bones involved. Yes, and I am talking about having either surgery or a lot of therapy.
Then again, this was the XIN world we're talking about. Normal people were basically rare.
Emily was beyond normal.
Her head was aching a little, primarily due to the hits previous. Inside her mind was a war between two entities, and one was winning.
Pulling down her left glove partially revealed a lot of scars and skin deformation. It wasn't a pretty sight. Using her nails, the girl would pierce through her scars, letting blood through.
Amazingly, she was starting to calm down.
Her movements now were more refined than a few moments ago, but still was partially crazy. Who else would injure themselves at a time like this?
Pulling her body forward, Emily ran towards the woman with a blank look on her face and went for a simple roundhouse kick for the head with the right leg.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 13, 2009 12:52:07 GMT -8
Sara watched, disgusted, as the girl pulled down her glove and dug her nails into the skin, causing her to bleed. She scooted back, her mouth falling open. "Hey... Hey what the hell are you doing?!"
Before she even had a chance to take a breath, the girl ran at her. Sara instinctively flinched, hands moving up to ward her off. A lot of good that would do. Her head exploded in pain and she was knocked over onto her stomach. She whimpered, putting her hands on her head where she had been hit. Dammit... What the hell... Shit, where is she?
Sara put her hands on the ground, her head popping up and looking around for the girl. She had been kicked hard. Her vision was blurred, and her head pounded.
This really wasn't going well. She tried to think of what to do. She couldn't exactly walk, or run. And by association, kicks were out as well. She needed to get the girl close, maybe a grapple...
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 20, 2009 6:24:04 GMT -8
Emily had landed on a crouch less than a meter away from where Sara fell. She was just right behind her to the left. Standing up quickly, Emily would take a grab of the same ankle she had dislocated earlier and tried to pull her upwards. Emily was short, so if Sara was a bit more than 5 feet, she would be partially by the floor. That wouldn't last long, as Emily would try to fling her over her small frame by supporting her throw using her other hand at Sara's waist and threw her right into the wooden walls 2-3 meters away from their present location.
Blood was trickling quickly from the woman's arms.
Just one more hit, and it might be all over -- for either of them.
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