Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2009 1:07:10 GMT -8
“Now now boys you are so disappointing.”
A smirk crossed her lip as the members of the fencing club lay at her feet twitching to get back up. One managed to get on his hands and knees and with a swift turn and a pivot of her foot she slammed the hilt of her sword into his neck. He coughed and fell to the ground. Bastille couldn’t even laugh. It was pathetic. Stepping over some of the limp boys she found a chair and sat down in it.
“Feh….pathetic, I could beat you with my arms behind my back…now do we learn our lesson for telling me I cant fence?!”
She said lighting a cigarette and then looking at them. She put her sunglasses back on over her eyes, her crimson color was too alerting to too many people. She used to not care, when no one knew her…but now…people noticed. She had began to pull her hair back and keep a hat over most of it, just to keep people from knowing who she was. But the fencing club needed a lesson. She had come to hand out flyers for the shooting range, one had gotten all cocky and she had whipped his German ass to saint Mary for some virginity checks…Bastille suspected someone popped his flower from the wrong end.
That was life…She began to put her hair back up when she noticed the cut in her shirt. She smirked.
“some of you have potential….ill give you that” She mused and then began to watch them waiting for any of them to get up. Honestly…she had all day to wait for them to get back up…she was bored anyway…and she didn’t feel they quite understood her skills yet. Was Bastille pissed off? To put it simply, yes…
A smirk crossed her lip as the members of the fencing club lay at her feet twitching to get back up. One managed to get on his hands and knees and with a swift turn and a pivot of her foot she slammed the hilt of her sword into his neck. He coughed and fell to the ground. Bastille couldn’t even laugh. It was pathetic. Stepping over some of the limp boys she found a chair and sat down in it.
“Feh….pathetic, I could beat you with my arms behind my back…now do we learn our lesson for telling me I cant fence?!”
She said lighting a cigarette and then looking at them. She put her sunglasses back on over her eyes, her crimson color was too alerting to too many people. She used to not care, when no one knew her…but now…people noticed. She had began to pull her hair back and keep a hat over most of it, just to keep people from knowing who she was. But the fencing club needed a lesson. She had come to hand out flyers for the shooting range, one had gotten all cocky and she had whipped his German ass to saint Mary for some virginity checks…Bastille suspected someone popped his flower from the wrong end.
That was life…She began to put her hair back up when she noticed the cut in her shirt. She smirked.
“some of you have potential….ill give you that” She mused and then began to watch them waiting for any of them to get up. Honestly…she had all day to wait for them to get back up…she was bored anyway…and she didn’t feel they quite understood her skills yet. Was Bastille pissed off? To put it simply, yes…
